Seven years of blogging. Sounds like a good number to go out on. This space has served its purpose, I think. It gave me a creative outlet, a place to grieve, express myself, find new friends and explore a world of craft, art, photography.
It was a huge part of my life and helped me cope with life and celebrate the ordinary.
Somehow I don't feel like I fit in this place anymore. In fact, it makes me profoundly tired. I've outgrown it, I guess.
Time to explore new possibilities, new ideas.
Maybe I'll start a photoblog. That's one thing I never seem to get tired of.
I'll add a link here at some point if I decide to head in that direction. In the meantime, I'll always be posting to flickr. Can't stop me. It's like a disease.
Thank you to all my loyal readers and commenters for keeping me going as long as I have.
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4/19/2012
2/28/2011
Milestone
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.
-Hemingway
It's hard to believe I've been blogging for six years this month. Six years! (Not seven as I alluded to in an earlier post. Um, oh yeah, math.)
I just looked back to my earliest posts to remember. Which, please people, I'm not recommending. Kind of like reading an old diary. From adolescence. When ellipses covered all my punctuation needs. Blerg.
Seems a bit self-congratulatory to throw oneself a blogiversary. But that's what we bloggers are. Just a wee bit self absorbed, right? And six years is a lot of blogging.
Thanks to Lindsay for inspiring me. Yours was the first blog I read by someone I actually knew.
Having just moved far from home, I was feeling isolated and, for a number of reasons, rather sad. I hoped to chronicle my adventures as a mother and keep in touch with family.
Three children, ten hundred braggy craft projects and a million photographs later, here we are.
It's hard to describe my feelings about blogging. There have been a lot of off times, facebook stole many of my readers (yeah, that's what happened!) as well as much of my own energy and focus. Yet, I find myself coming back here to create, express and even still, connect.
Thank you to those who have come along with me for the ride.
-Hemingway
It's hard to believe I've been blogging for six years this month. Six years! (Not seven as I alluded to in an earlier post. Um, oh yeah, math.)
I just looked back to my earliest posts to remember. Which, please people, I'm not recommending. Kind of like reading an old diary. From adolescence. When ellipses covered all my punctuation needs. Blerg.
Seems a bit self-congratulatory to throw oneself a blogiversary. But that's what we bloggers are. Just a wee bit self absorbed, right? And six years is a lot of blogging.
Thanks to Lindsay for inspiring me. Yours was the first blog I read by someone I actually knew.
Having just moved far from home, I was feeling isolated and, for a number of reasons, rather sad. I hoped to chronicle my adventures as a mother and keep in touch with family.
Three children, ten hundred braggy craft projects and a million photographs later, here we are.
It's hard to describe my feelings about blogging. There have been a lot of off times, facebook stole many of my readers (yeah, that's what happened!) as well as much of my own energy and focus. Yet, I find myself coming back here to create, express and even still, connect.
Thank you to those who have come along with me for the ride.
2/24/2007
2 Year Blogiversary
"Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted"-Jules Renard
Two years ago, having recently moved far from home, I decided to give this blogging business a try. It seemed like a good way to keep in touch with friends and family and fight the isolation a little.
My initial hesitations were along the lines of, what do I have to say of any interest to anyone, and how can I possibly manage to survive the criticisms of my live-in editor and English major husband?
Ok, so I'm not that scared of Keith's advice. The annoying thing is that all too often he is actually right. He is one of those less-is-more, say it in one word rather than two, guardians of grammar types. I found the best way to deal with this is to just write a post without asking for his input (although there have been many times I have)and then he is less likely to notice imperfection...because I didn't ask him to. And, more often than not, he gives me positive feedback. This means a lot coming from a stickler.
Not that my blog is really much about the writing. It's sort of turned into a craft show, brag about your kids, photo blog all in one I suppose. But I love the way the blogging world has opened up my life in ways I never could have anticipated. I enjoy keeping in touch with friends old and new, meeting new people and being constantly inspired by the crafting community I spy on.
My blog is one part of my life in which I have a measure of control. In a season of life where I am tripping over spiderman toys and losing the battle to dirt, food and clutter, there is one small space that is my own to organize and rearrange. And it stays the way I left it.
Two years ago, having recently moved far from home, I decided to give this blogging business a try. It seemed like a good way to keep in touch with friends and family and fight the isolation a little.
My initial hesitations were along the lines of, what do I have to say of any interest to anyone, and how can I possibly manage to survive the criticisms of my live-in editor and English major husband?
Ok, so I'm not that scared of Keith's advice. The annoying thing is that all too often he is actually right. He is one of those less-is-more, say it in one word rather than two, guardians of grammar types. I found the best way to deal with this is to just write a post without asking for his input (although there have been many times I have)and then he is less likely to notice imperfection...because I didn't ask him to. And, more often than not, he gives me positive feedback. This means a lot coming from a stickler.
Not that my blog is really much about the writing. It's sort of turned into a craft show, brag about your kids, photo blog all in one I suppose. But I love the way the blogging world has opened up my life in ways I never could have anticipated. I enjoy keeping in touch with friends old and new, meeting new people and being constantly inspired by the crafting community I spy on.
My blog is one part of my life in which I have a measure of control. In a season of life where I am tripping over spiderman toys and losing the battle to dirt, food and clutter, there is one small space that is my own to organize and rearrange. And it stays the way I left it.
