My name is Kirsten, I'm the second oldest of five children and when my youngest sister was little, she couldn't pronounce my name and called me 'Dirdy', hence the name... which like most nicknames, have little meaning but just seem to stick. I needed a reasonably original name, so Dirdy Diary it was.
So, why am I writing a blog? I'm one of those people that have random thoughts I feel like sharing... but just don't ever fit into the context of the situations I'm in. I'm also someone who likes to try my hands at new things, until I discover I am dismally hopeless at them and abandon them in the search of something I am actually really good at. (Yet to find out what that is). Yes, over the years, I have entered fashion parades, photography competitions, singing competitions, art competitions, studied 'image management' blah blah blah so on, so forth..... none paying off to well. So, I decided I will start sharing my thoughts, my ideas, my attempts, successes and failures with anyone who cares to see.
So, welcome to my private world.
|My youngest sister,|
flower girl for Dad's wedding.
Safe to say she can pronounce my name now.
Catch you on the flip side.