At least once a month, someone asks me how Great Smitten became Great Smitten. That is, how a girl from a town of 3,000 found herself an English gentleman. It’s a long story, but dangit, it’s a good one.
That’s why, starting next week, you’ll be able to find my love story mapped out in serial form here at Great Smitten. From beginning to end. With all the romance and horror and language-barrier-confusion you could ever hope for in a story about a girl who grew up in North Carolina and a boy who grew up in North London.
Part I starts Monday. Don’t miss it.
It’s always interesting to see what people Googled that led them to my blog.
great smitten (fair enough)
Pizza Hut chocolate dunkers
runner girl *
Michael Jackson died long time ago
Are these terms you’d use to identify me? Yeah…me neither.
*As an update, it’s now October, and I can’t run 5 miles without dying. Or, maybe I can, but I haven’t tried. I can run 2 miles without dying, so I’m on my way.
In fact, there are two other Smitten blogs I frequent and subsequently drool over: one, because everything on it looks so delicious, and the other, because everything on it looks so delicious.
Smitten Kitchen is the first: a food blog by a lady named Deb who cooks up yummy things in her tiny New York City kitchen. Incidentally, Deb’s latest post is about the birth of her first child, Jacob Henry, which is relevant to me only because everyone I know has a bun in the oven at the moment. Don’t jump to conclusions, the only thing I’m cooking right now is all the bread you could ever eat.
Second is Sharon Clark’s Smitten Photography blog. I first became a stalker fan of Sharon’s when I was editing Carolina Bride, and saw some of her photos of a wedding we were covering. Her work is gorgeous, and I love how she uses photos like this to tell the stories of the couples she photographs.
I mean, seriously. Yummy.