I've been caught in a trap, a never-ending loop that I couldn't break free from: "Oh, I should blog about that" (says my brain), "But I should do it right and maybe do a bit of research or take a photo or something before I post about it. And wait: what about those OTHER ideas? Which one should go first? And I just read where you are supposed to do REALLY GOOD PICTURES on a blog and mine are just on the fly. Oh, no one would be interested in THAT--why don't you take up surfing or travel to upper Myanmar or lose 100 pounds? THAT would be interesting!"
So nothing would happen until I had yet another great idea, and the chatter would start up again, only worse because I'd have discussions with myself about how one great idea should follow a different idea, and now one idea is no longer relevant because who wants to hear about something that happened three months ago....
I once heard a speaker who described his head when he woke up in the middle of the night: "Thank goodness you are up! We've been discussing all the ways you are inadequate and want to talk to you about it." Not helpful.
So I have decided to JUST START.
And here's what's helped me decide that: last weekend I was at Madrona Fiber Arts Winter Retreat up in Tacoma, Washington, and I met MARTHA OF THE COMMENTS! Martha has been commenting on this blog for years! It was a sadly cut short moment when she introduced herself, but I'm so glad she did because she reminded me that what I love about blogging is the community we have.
THANK YOU MARTHA!
So, I have a list of things I want to talk about, none of which focus on my inadequacies, or on yours, for that matter.
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Because it is the one-month anniversary of adopting our new dog, I'm going to write about Mason. When I told you about him, I told you his name was Mycroft, after Sherlock Holmes' sleek brother. But a funny thing happened: we kept calling him Mason, his shelter name. I think we had talked about him as Mason for too long before adopting him to switch gears.
Mason has made himself thoroughly at home. He has his favorite warm spot in the garden, and like all dachsunds he loves to burrow under blankets. Our house is strewn with them--they trail after him like a king's robes whenever he wanders from one room to the next.
I was delighted when I arrived home after being away for 2 weeks when he recognized me and was so very very very happy (as only a dog can be) to greet the long-lost pack member. It's funny--many people have called me a saint for adopting an older dog, but I don't feel like a saint. I feel like someone who has won the lottery!
I forgot to tell you that I have remodeled my website, Feral Knitter! Go take a look.
- I can now accept credit card payments directly, which is a good thing, or PayPal automatically. I enjoyed the conversations that manual billing fostered, but it was confusing and certainly a duplication of work to handle things that way.
- The home page is prettier and the entire site is easier to navigate now.
- I've added a page for fly tie-ers (that just looks wrong: people who tie flies), and interesting subgroup of Jamieson's Spindrift users who take advantage of all the colors to make fishing lures.
- I've added Spindrift and Elemental Affects Shetland pages that include ALL the colors so you can search for your specific needs on one page.
- There's a page for all my patterns, too. And I still carry as many Fair Isle and stranded patterns as I can find.
It took a lot of time to rejigger the site, but I'm really happy with it now! Thanks to all of you who have bought from me and allowed me to grow enough to make this necessary. It's been an adventure!