Off Probation

So I sometimes write posts in my head, usually when I'm bored or doing a task that does not need my full attention (knitting on a plain sock). I think I have written this post in various stages several times now. Who knows how many times I am going to need to edit it.

So let me fill you in on my blogging experiences. I am what is commonly known as a lurker. I read blogs but I do not interact with the blogger by commenting or attempting to contact the person. I always thought "What can I add ?" Plus you know that whole antisocial thing plays in here too. I mean why would someone who has never met me care what I think of their posts.

Well, it turns out that is one way that you can tell people are reading your blog. Sometimes, some thing just strikes a chord within you and you feel the need to say "Hey I feel that way too." Or "My goodness I'm glad I was alone when I read that, because I fell out of my chair laughing, now I have a puncture wound from where I fell on my knitting needle and I need to come up with a story my husband will believe."

Started to expand my reading and found this blog: Adriene's Couch - Come and sit a while!

A place to relax, take off your shoes and pick up your needles and hooks. This is a place of comfort!

I was intrigued. Come and sit a while? Me? How kind. Then I read this post If its got cake in the name it must be good. What? I think I just found my yarn cake soulmate. She understands.

I love cake and when you combine that word with yarn it is still love for me. The weird thing was the timing of this post as I had just received a ball winder for my birthday. I was fighting the urge to continually wind up yarn into cakes over and over. I think I wound up or rewound 80% of the yarns that I own. Still I could not comment about that post, because I had commented on a post about a month prior and I did not want to look like a weird internet stalker.

How was it that Adriene could say so well what I was thinking? I had been composing a post about yarn cakes in my head but she was just so much more eloquent. She said what I wanted to say and more.

So I continued to read and laugh a her posts, then it happened one day she commented on my blog! Oh happy day!

This is the email I sent D:
Hey,
Someone, who's blog I read, but don't know commented on my blog. I feel super cool right now.

This is what he wrote back to me:
You are now sufficiently cool that I deem your knitting probationary period has ended and permission to knit unsupervised is hereby granted.

You just got to love a man with that sense of humor! Although I have my doubts about a non-knitter being able to grant me that status. Don't you think it should come from another knitter? Or is that what he was saying another knitter granted me that status?

So we will see if this is up to her specs.

A blogging story

Last December I had this brilliant idea that I would look back and blog about our trip to England as if it was happening a year later. While I still think it was a good idea, I failed to realize my true nature.

I had visions of writing up each post and fondly remembering what when on each day. Now if I was going to do that I should have started writing the posts then and just had them scheduled to post to the blog.

As you know Christmas was a hectic time for me this year. I felt that things were not going as I wished they would. Sometimes life is like that and I usually accept it when I get into a funk like that.

Tagging on a week of intense blog posts on to that really did not do me any good. I think I stopped enjoying it by Wednesday. Don't get me wrong it is fun to look back and remember. I just should have planned it better and started working on it earlier too. I did not realize how long each post would take. It takes 10 minutes to read and look at something that took me an hour or two to import pictures, type and edit. Let's be honest my editing is not that good.

The unforeseen thing that struck me was how limited I was in what I could tell you. Usually I think things during the week like oh I need to remember the funny thing I saw on my way to work so that I can tell the blog. Well this week I could not tell you because I was too busy telling you about what we were doing a year ago. It is funny how I missed being able to talk to the blog.

So here's the plan: I will continue to post about England as I get a days worth of blog ready (and I will continue to work on them). I will also allow myself to fail this task as it was planned. It is over and done with let us move on and look back without guilt.

I now return you to your regularly unscheduled blog.

Blogging

I started this blog mainly to have a place to put up pictures of my knitting and send out some random thoughts into the world.  Well I still don't know how to put pictures into the blog, but I have the random thoughts thing down!  

I find myself thinking of topics to talk about here.  What do I think about this, or that?  Then when I sit down to do it pffft, nothing comes out.  So I think about some random thing and start typing.  I guess that is how I think, randomly.  Actually if you've had a conversation with me you have already seen my thought process at work.  I write how I talk.  I'm still not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  I am choosing to think of it as my "style".  Oh yeah I use quotes a lot also.  

I read recently about an elderly Spanish lady that was a popular blogger because she had seen so much and discussed it in the blog.  I want my blog to be like that in theory.  I want to be able to talk about things freely.  I know in my heart this will not happen because all the world has access.  Shoot, I'm not even willing to smile at strangers on the street most days why would I invite them into my brain house.  

I also heard on Bones writing reveals more about the writer than the subject.  I guess I can see that.  How much of my true self gets out here?  Too much and I won't be able to look you in the eye next time we meet.  Too little and this really is an exercise in futility. 

Today's conclusion: I need more knitting content.