behind ‘Wineoirs’

I understand that most of you have no idea what I’m talking about when I say this. But:

Wineoirs are my story. There’s no real rhyme or reason to them aside from the fact that I love memoirs, I’ve always wanted a reason to write one, and wine is currently my alcoholic beverage of choice. There are so many exceptional stories out there…I just want to make mine different and unique, and maybe present it in a different way, as well.

Hence: Wine-oirs.

The concept for these was developed between my boyfriend and myself, and while I thought I had it all together, I realized it was harder to explain than I realized. So I asked what it all meant to him, and here’s what he had to say:

You know that episode of Sex and the City (yes, he watches SATC – no, we should not be worried) where Carrie goes out to the country to spend the weekend with that carpenter guy she’s dating? Wineoirs are like what her story would have been if she actually enjoyed any of that experience. Which, you know, she didn’t. But you do.

Another little known fact about me: I’m obsessed with the Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. I think I read her memoir at least 3 times, lonnnnngggg before I ever knew my life could end up almost the same way. And while I totally love her and everything she’s about, I’m not her equal, and I don’t want anyone to think that I’m trying to be. I’ve got elements that set me apart, for better or worse. And one of those things is the fact that I am still very much a city girl with city clothes and city habits, and I refuse to sacrifice those elements of myself for anyone.  Plus, it keeps things interesting. I will move to the country and I will break apart frozen drinking water for the horses with a shovel, but I’m still gonna put my face on and wrap a cute scarf around my neck. And you’re gonna like it!

At the most base level, Wineoirs are my short and simple thoughts, the oddities I encounter, the changes I face. They are original quotes and momentary revelations. They will hopefully one day branch into something bigger, but for now, they are what they are. They’re fun. And I hope you’ll find them interesting. So sit back, have a glass, and feel envious. Or thank the heavens you’re not in my shoes – because you do you boo. And I will too.

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