Blair. I'm from suburban city #19, Wisconsin and I'm starting a blog! I'm psyched, really. Growing up I've always been really into journaling and memoirs and all that jazz but I honestly didn't think that my life was (or is, if we're being real here) interesting enough to document and share with the world. But now, in the midst of this global pandemic, I feel like it is more important than ever to try new things and branch out---as much as one can while staying within the confines of one's home. The name of this Blog is Blair and the Big Blue World, and I chose it for two reasons. 1) because I'm a sucker for alliteration and I adore the way it sounds, and 2) because it will allow me to dive into all of the things that I'm interested in investigating on this blog. Because the world is big, and (70%) blue, and BEAUTIFUL (hey, there's another B!!), and I want to experience all of the things that I can while I'm living in it. I'm talking about nouns here: the people that I know, the places that I go, and the things that love. So that's what this blog is going to about---everything. Profiles on my closest pals, photo diaries of the Kentucky gas stations I stop at during road trips, reviews about the highlighter my my mom got from Walmart that has the prettiest pink hue. If it's in my world, it'll be here. And hope that you all (however many there are of you) will be too.
Corinne Bailey Rae has existed in my universe for as long as I can remember. My parents were music snobs back in the day and only allowed me and my sisters to listen to what they listened to in a (successful) attempt to make sure that we all picked up their taste. Growing up I heard a lot of Prince, a lot of Sade, a lot of Billie Holiday, and a lot of Stevie Wonder. And while all of those artists have a special place in my heart none of them have stuck with me the way that Corinne Bailey Rae has. Corinne Bailey Rae's self-titled debut album came out in 2006 when I was 2 years old. My family was still a family of four, we hadn't moved to the suburbs yet, and my father still had all of his hair. Things were different. I don't what hearing CBR's music for the first time felt like (re: two years old) but I do know that I heard it all of the time. It played during road trips down to Mississippi, while my mom cooked dinner, while me and my older sister slept. That a...
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