This week marks my five-year blog anniversary. It was only when
Tess posted about her own five year anniversary, and then
Lina too, that I took stock and did a bit of mental maths (2012-2007= 5 years) and worked out that I'd clocked up half a decade without even noticing. Quite terrifying.
A lot has happened in that five years.
My gruesome twosome has become a threesome. My dinky four and almost-two year old are now a nine and almost-seven year old, with a little baby sister of two-and-a-bit trailing after them and ordering them around.
There have been many chocolate smartie birthday cakes, interspersed with the odd over-ambitious effort.
We have moved - from
Burnham, Slough (right on the Buckinghamshire/Berkshire border) to
Chepstow in my native Wales. Still within a stone's throw of England though (well, not for me as I'm more of a stitcher than a thrower but I could put the husband on to it).
I have clocked up more than 200 sales
over on Etsy.
I have
made a lot of stuff.
I have bought a lot of fabric (as was abundantly clear when the day came to send our things into storage for the big move West ... a whole 3 tea-chests full of my things even after a ruthless clearout!).
I have had a couple of large blogging hiatuses (when morning sickness and new
baby exhaustion meant I just couldn't summon up the energy). But I missed
it. And blogging definitely makes me a saner person, probably because
it feels like I'm actually accomplishing something as the weeks go whizzing by. And so I came back.
I have noticed more, and am really happy that I have a record of some of the little things that I might otherwise have forgotten. I mean, I can barely remember what happened last week, so the blog is a genuinely useful
aide-memoire.
I've made some really really good friends.
Which really is the best reason for blogging.
And so I wondered if anyone who is (still) reading would be interested in winning one of my
make up bags,
coin purses or
pencil cases. If so, please leave a comment below. I'd love to hear about your crafting mishaps after
Annie's comment on
my last post set me thinking about the injuries I've sustained over the years. To start the ball rolling, my own funniest mishap was an injury I sustained whilst at school when I fell off a chair and impaled myself on a knitting machine when putting boxes of fabric away on the top shelf of the textiles cupboard. I ended up with a row of 8 neat holes just under my knee and have a lovely big scar to show for it a full 20 years later. It doesn't have to be an injury, any kind of crafting gone wrong will do, and if you are a blessed soul who has never had any kind of crafting mishap, then you can just leave a comment telling me what you had for dinner if you like. I'll choose a winner at the end of the month with the good old random number selector.