I’m not quite sure why I never did this sooner, as it’s a long-overdue undertaking, but I am certainly excited to finally be embarking on this new venture. I’ve thought often of starting my own blog over the years, but lack of motivation, focus, and muddled, uncertain goals kept me from doing so. Now, however, I am quite confident that my future lies somewhere in the realm of art and design, and this seems a lovely place to document that journey and perhaps make some new acquaintances and connections along the way. More than anything, though, I hope that this will be a place to preserve those things that are dear to and inspire me. It seems I have an insatiable need to collect them, if my addiction to sites like Pinterest and Tumblr is any indication. So this blog will be a curiosity cabinet of sorts; a place to document and share my love of anything and everything pertaining to films, art, fashion, music, vintage, and whatever else catches my fancy.
I suppose that before I go any further, I should address the inevitable question: Why the name Patti O’Cleavis? It’s a moniker of my own imagining that I’ve adopted as a pseudonym of sorts, at least in the online world. When I was a child of maybe three or four, my father would allow me to accompany him on his weekend errands from time to time. While his trips might otherwise be terribly dull and boring to a young girl, one thing set them apart and made them so appealing: the promise that I would get to pick another tiny plastic toy dog to add to my ever-growing collection. I had a fondness for lining them up in a sort of parade down the hall (picture the toy animals in Briony’s room in the opening scene of Atonement). On one particular trip I selected an Irish Setter with a black and white coat. As we drove home, my father asked me what name I would bestow on my new acquisition. While I can’t vouch for the authenticity of his claim, as I don’t have a very vivid recollection of the event, my father now recounts that I promptly responded with “Patti O’Cleavis”. He was stunned by the abruptness and certainty of my answer. To this day it’s still unclear just how I managed to conjure such an Irish-sounding title seemingly out of thin air. I don’t even think I knew what breed the dog was, and I’m sure I had no notion whatsoever of what Irish surnames should sound like. Regardless, the name escaped my attention for years after, only surfacing in occasional retellings of the event. When it came time to establish an internet presence, I’m not sure what exactly made it come to mind. I do dearly love the sound of it, however.
So that’s a bit of background to set the stage for what I hope will be my own curiosity cabinet for years to come. I hope you’ll join me and that you’ll love reading what little things I share as much as I’m certain I shall love sharing them.
(I hope you won't find my style of writing too frivolous or pretentious, by the way - I try to be as natural as possible.)