*sweeps threshhold*

hello, hello- come in, and especially if you made it here from enchanting orrechiette, the olden blog, then please excuse the smell of cats and have a slice of simnel cake. do please find yourself a seat amongst the boxes. yeah, just shove that one on the floor- its full of stale promotional pasta. and yes, there are no capital letters here either, although i may yet get some if they are to be found on sale at laura ashley. yes, it has been an impulse move, but the schools are better here and the children have bigger bedrooms. are you warm enough? i'm just trying to air out the cat smell, there's a cardigan in that box marked "xmas decorations". yes, it has a reindeer on it but it contains cashmere (hence the moth holes, but that's the way we roll here).

this move heralds a new identity, not just a new home. for years, i have been known on the internet as anything, sweetie (flashback to 2002... me to friend: "what should my profile name be here?", i took the answer literally). unbeknownst to me, anything, sweetie was believed, for some time, by some sections of the intenet, to be a gay man. anything, sweetie saw me through tough times. when she started to be shortened to a.s., it coincided with my growing awareness of the autistic spectrum and so we grew together. but, in the same way that i cut two feet of perfectly good hair off last year to escape its history and because it somehow seemed too "permissive", i now bid farewell. like a badly executed witness protection programme, i am now indigo doll- or more excitingly for anyone with any knowledge of freud whatsoever- id.

indigo doll was a reletively unknown comrade of rainbow brite, the avenging angel of colour and shortlived kids cartoon of the 1980s. i knew that eventually when i changed the blog name it might reference this show in some way, given my likening the autistic spectrum to the colour wheel (which incidentally i now realise isn't my metaphor, but more of this another time). indigo doll was quiet shy and bookish, apart from when she was in her particular element. she favoured shades of navy and grey, and as far as i can see prefers flip flops to the rest of the gangs' snow joggers, perhaps because of her preternaturally sensitive feet. her sprite was called iq. i note with a satisfied superstitious air that the first episode of rainbow brite aired exactly twenty years to the day before my little boy was born. in short, it feels right.

hopefully this move won't be too clunky, business will resume forthwith, and that cat smell will clear. thankyou for coming with me.

p.s. having trouble importing comments from enchanting orrechiette, which is upsetting me no end. i am working on it.