Once upon a time, many moons ago, in a country far far away, a pixie was born.
The many moons is certainly accurate (no other comments will be made on THAT subject). The country far away was France and when you live in the American Southwest, France is indeed a land far away; and obviously the pixie is me.
I can’t speak to having any magical powers, although anyone who has or is raising children can claim to have magical powers as far as I am concerned. Honestly, I think we all possess “something” that makes each and every single one of us unique. A magical power of sorts.
My Blogging History
I started blogging as a total fluke with my best-friend in the summer of 2008. We knew absolutely nothing at all about blogging or even how to build a site. The blogging process was definitely a huge learning curve and a rough start for both of us. Despite these obstacles, our site was successful. However, Alisha, who used to live across the street, moved back to her home state of California and it became increasingly difficult to maintain that site long distance. Life was marching on and we had a hard time keeping up. Sadly, our site went offline this year.
While I do not enjoy the technological part of blogging, which seems to speed along and evolve faster than I can master it; I do enjoy writing, sharing and meeting new wonderful and amazing people. While I come across the occasional unsavory and mean-spirited people on my blogging journey, I must say I have mainly met loving and supportive people; and that is the part I love.
I started another blog a few short months after the first one. It was mainly about recipes. A while later, the site changed names as I focused solely on gluten free recipes when we discovered that my husband was gluten intolerant. The site did well and I enjoyed it. However, over time, I introduced some health posts, or other subjects which were not gluten free related per-se.
I started receiving complaints on my Facebook page with comments such as “stick to recipes, I am leaving.” While I would rather such people indeed leave and unlike my page, I also decided that re-branding was not a bad idea. WittyFrenchGirl was born and died a few short months later, when a scam artist decided to complicate my life. The site was taken down in August of 2016.
At that point, I was not sure if I wanted to continue blogging so I took some time off.
I missed the interactions with my followers and I often caught myself thinking “this would make a great post!”
After some brainstorming, this new site was born. I so look forward to meeting new people and sharing my musing and recipes.
What’s in a Name?
Some people can pick amazing blog names. I can’t say that it is my gift. When I think I have found THE name it seems some clever human beat me to it. Since Facebook, Amazon and Google were already taken, I had to come up with something.
After days of writing down everything that came to mind in a notebook, refining my names, and talking with the hubby and my friend Jen; we all agreed that The French Pixie fit.
While it is true that a pixie is a fairy (and I am no fairy), according to Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary, a pixie is also: a usually petite vivacious woman or girl. I was bestowed with the French part at birth and I would also say to the pixie part soon thereafter. I don’t necessarily call myself “petite”, nevertheless the vivacious part fits. From girlhood to womanhood, I have heard about it. Again according to Merriam-Webster, vivacious means “happy and lively in a way that is attractive.” Although I must be perfectly candid, my teachers did not find vivacious students like me attractive in any way. I jiggled in my seat and had a hard time keeping my mouth shut for the duration of any class. In no way did punishment manage to take the liveliness out of me. I was born with it and expect to die with it.
The Life of a French Pixie
I am a wife to an amazing husband, and mother to our nine living children. I am also the lucky grandmother to an amazing and vivacious little girl.
I live in the part of the country known as the American Southwest; with (as of now) “only” two dogs, five cats, more chickens than I can count and some fish.
I love to garden (although I am not any good at it), read (especially clean mysteries, neurobiology and natural health books), knit and crochet, being in nature, going on dates with the hubs, spending time together as a family and on occasion having lunch with a friend.
I enjoy many ethnic foods….okay I just enjoy food. Although I hate grapefruit and would live happily without raisins and few other select items.
I have been a student of many subjects over many decades, and I love to learn.
I am a bit of a “granola” and have been called eccentric on a few occasion. A title I wear proudly.
I do not like people who have a need to spew their opinions on everyone else, especially while hiding behind a computer. I do not like microwaves, overly processed food, ice in my drinks, and probably a slew of other things.
I firmly believe that laundry does reproduce, that socks turn into Tupperware lids after you put them in the washer, and that finding money in the wash is pretty cool.
I hope you enjoy my blog and thanks for visiting.