First of all, I couldn’t call my blog “A Bug’s Life” because Disney has copyrighted the phrase and if I ever make even one dollar off of this I’m not going to let it be put toward the budget of another Marvel movie. However, I would let it be put towards another A Bug’s Life movie. I think I’ll get away with titling one post with it. And probably my About Me page. Because it’s a really good thing to call something when your nickname is Bug. Or KatyBug. My Mema was the one who started calling me KatyBug when I was little and it’s followed me online for the past few years. Which has led a lot of people to believe I am just a big fan of bugs, which I am, but it’s mostly because I am one.

I have always wanted to start a little blog. I can’t remember what years, but I do remember the time when vintage mod fashion was really big and that coincided with the heyday of pinterest bloggers. I remember reading post after post about DIY peterpan collars and chevron pattern painting projects. I loved how it used to feel like such a warm and homey space. It was fine to just post a OOTD holding a cup of coffee in a mug you made from paper mache two posts ago. Then being online became cool, in color tone and in the way everyone seemed to have to present themselves. Even when I go to the old blogs I used to love it’s just a white lifeless backdrop decorated with generic recipes and a waterfall of ads. That’s what this will become too once I make enough money off of it. But for now I think I’ll make it somewhere nice and cozy.

Although I have been wanting to do this for so long I never had the kick in the pants that I needed. Because it’s not what I needed. An internet connection, no job, a supportive partner, and a long neglected garden was what I needed. Being bored but loved. It’s very lucky and fortunate to have all of these at the same time, and I’m also at a point in my life where I have done enough and lived enough to maybe have something worth contributing to the world. Even if it’s just a cared for garden in Glasgow.

As a florist I have spent countless hours surrounded by flowers. However, I think people overestimate how much gardening experience I actually have. Sure it’s been a lifelong obsession that probably started with seeing my Mom’s and Grandma’s rows of peonies blooming into fluffy pom-poms of pink and white. Myself- I have started a garden bed or two that, while well-loved, were usually disorganized and mismatched in an obvious unplanned attempt at a landscape. Mostly I have just read and read and read about gardens. Studying books about soil, pawing over catalogues, dreaming of beautiful English gardens like the ones I saw in movies… Now I get to scrape together my 28 years of imagery into our very own (Scottish) garden and live in that dream.

I don’t exactly know what posts will end up on here. Honestly, typing all of this out has come a lot easier to me that I thought it would (I can’t say the same for my grammar, language was not my favorite class in school…). I’d like it to be a journey of our garden becoming something beautiful, but I also love crafting and decorating so maybe there will be hints of that too. We do have a big house to fill that needs just as much work as the outside does. I hope I stick to it though, I’d like to be able to look back one day on how it started, and I’d like to make it a place that feels as cozy as the blogs I used to read as a teenager. We will all just find out together what happens. 🙂

Katy