Priceless Pixie

I visited Kaycie's blog and this is what I brought home.

Yesterday was a landmark day for me. I met my first blogpal in the flesh -- Pixie. What a delight she is. We had such a good time together (I hope you did, Pix). We laughed about what we feared each would look like. Though Pixie has posted pictures of herself on her blog, I still worried that she would turn out to be the elderly woman who seemed to be following me around the Met Quarter in Liverpool. She wasn't.

Pixie lives up to her name, with sparkling eyes that light up with mischief and humour. We exchanged confidences because we aren't really strangers. We have been commenting on each other's blogs for months now. We ate the same thing for lunch -- soup followed by king prawns (and the mess that entailed) and drank two white wine spritzers each. We went window shopping. And we set about rounding out each other's knowledge of ourselves. Pixie did a tarot reading for me. She is wonderfully intuitive, which probably makes her a very good counsellor. I could have spent many more hours in her company, but family obligations for both of us beckoned.

We are of the same generation. We have loved and lost and lived and cried and had lives that brought us together at this point in time. We both marvelled at the invention of blogs that has brought so many strangers across the globe together. Some bloggers become very cliquey, which is human nature, I suppose. Some become very popular, and in that popularity lose touch with some blogpals. Again, human nature. For both of us, though, blogging is an intensely personal experience. We have written of feelings and experiences that are very meaningful to us, and our blogpals have come to mean a lot to us as well.

We plan to see each other again, probably in November. And Pixie is having a Christmas party for her blogpals on Dec. 1 at her home. You're all invited. Just keep visiting her blog for details.