Samara, this one is for you.....
Having a blog is a little strange. In my mind, no one reads this thing. Sure, I write stuff, and sometimes someone makes a comment or two, but in general it just floats out in cyber space, collecting digital dust and being yet another kinda crafty blog. This week I have had several reality checks.
I haven't been blogging lately. Actually I have been, I just haven't been posting what I have been writing. It isn't really appropriate to share some of what I have been thinking, so I just write it, and hit delete. Also, I have been getting ready for a craft fair, tech for a show, and oh yeah- I quit my job. Before you freak out, I already did, so that's over and done with. Now I am onto finding something for the summer and beyond. I already have a job interview for the summer season, so now it's time to prep and pep talk till the interview happens. So I've been a little busy.
Oh, yes- the blogging reality checks. Like I said I have been busy and not really publshing blogs......So I got a facebook nudge (or bitchslap) from a college flatmate- who I lived with for 3 weeks. In those 3 weeks 3 of 4 house mates dropped out of college. I had no idea she had been reading my blog, or even really remembered me. My fondest memory of the time we lived together happend in one day. It involves hair bleach, tin foil, mononucleosis, mashed potatoes, and her dreams of telling a professor to 'suck it'. But, that's a post all on it's own.
Things she and I have in common-
1. Love of all things squid.
2. The color combo of pink and green
3. Making pretty stuff and having people buy it.
My other reality check came in the form of a person at the craft fair today. She saw my fused plastic wallets, and we started chatting. She had read a blog with a tutorial about how to fuse plastic. She wanted to know if I had read that particular tutorial.....it was my tutorial. So wierd, so cool. I feel like a little bit of a crafty bloggy rockstar. So clearly, people actually do read this blog, it's not just me and my ravings being read by a few click happy friends boosting my counter. Neat-o.
Oh, and the craft fair was kind of a bust, although a 4 year old did tell me I make really pretty things. And that makes all the difference.