I’ve always loved to buck a trend. If something can be done, but slightly off-kilter, it’s going to appeal to me. So, yeah, I got married young–but I married a kilt-wearing, pipes-playing, tall, dark, and slightly-Neanderthal guy, and, since I made wedding dresses for other people, I eloped instead. I go places and use a fake accent just for fun. I ground my kids from speaking when they’re cranky–unless they can do it in rhyme. I got dragged into the cultish clan that is Scrapbooking, and the grammarian in me cringes at turning perfectly good nouns into verbs. I end up doing crafts, but insist I’m not a crafty person. I am, in general, a practical Luddite, but I love, love, love the internets and all they provide. I love to bake and cook, but won’t make casseroles as a general rule, or use elbow macaroni.
I’m late to the blogging world, too. And, with blogging, it’s really hard to buck a trend… there are too many variations possible to pin down just one or two things against which to rebel.
So, Not Molly is my little corner of things, and you’re more than welcome to visit. Be forewarned: I have a terrible penchant for really, really dreadful puns.