Welcome to my parallel universe. This is the first blog I have ever created: I have lost my blog virginity, and it feels... terrifying.
Thankfully I found a dotty template, which helps to ease the transition, because I love dots. Love them, love them, love them. You know that scene in American Beauty where Angela is rolling around in scarlet rose petals? I'm like that with dots. Never done it literally of course, but there's something about polka dots that makes me swoon with nostalgia and longing and want to jump into them. Perhaps it's because I'm a child of the 70's, and those dots rekindle happy childhood memories - let's face it, polka dots were the best of a bad bunch, a safe bet among a sea of mustard and fern swirls and other hideous patterns; I still shudder when I think back to a particular tartan jumper in those colours. To be quite honest the dots in this template don't quite cut it: they bear a frightening resemblance to my childhood yellow and green. I'd rather have simple, straight-talking red or vintage blue dots, but I suppose you can't have everything.
While I'm on the subject of dots, there is a poem featuring them that I desperately want to track down. It might be by Ted Hughes. Or not. I've written to the British Library in the hope that someone clever will be able to identify it immediately, but I've heard nothing back; I can't think why. What I remember are the words:
But Mary...Mary had three dotsI've googled it, naturally, and it turns out Three Dots is a clothing brand originating in the "Wilds of California" (LA?), but my Mary's no fashionista. The power of the blog-o-sphere will be truly revealed to me if someone comes up with the identity of the elusive poem. Gah, who am I kidding? The power of the blog-o-sphere will be well and truly revealed to me if anybody reads this. Like Mary, I shall take comfort in my deep and meaningful dots...
