Saturday, 29 January 2011

my fairy name

<div>My fairy is <a href="http://www.emmajanedavies.com/fairy/?firstname=julie&lastname=rothwell&sex=0">Bindweed Saturnwitch</a><br />She is a trouble maker.<br />She lives at the bottom of tangled gardens and in hedgerows.<br />She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.<br />She wears tangled multicoloured skirts made of petals and has pale pink wings like a cicada.<br /><a href="http://www.emmajanedavies.com/fairy/%22%3EGet your own fairy name from the Fairy Name Generator!</a></div>

Thursday, 27 January 2011

Why NOT Blog?

So I have said all the things against blogging....let's find some reasons to.....

All little girls love a diary. Remember the one with the lock and key? This is a diary done through the PC.

So I don't consider myself ' good' at anything, I don't live in a grand home BUT

I can do things that others can't....

Someone may be interested in my humble home......

Now I gotta weigh up the pro's and con's......

Watch this space......

Sunday, 23 January 2011

Why Blog?

I have always wondered why people feel the urge to blog.

If you are clever at something fine. If you have something everyone else is interested in great. But what if you are just a 'normal' person?

I am neither clever/witty/incredibly talented, so who is actually going to read my blog. And why?

And why am I doing it in the first place?

Hmmmmm - answers will be revealed.

Or not.

I look at all these pretty-pretty blogs (shabby chic is my current 'love') and I see such gifted, talented women...... "Look at what I did this morning, honey". I can't do any of that. I'm just not 'good' at anything.

I merely dabble.

I have dabbled in most crafts over the years.....stitching of various types, paper crafting, glass painting.....there was a good reason why I lost interest in each one. Usually it became so popular that everyone was doing it. So it was nothing special when I gave someone a card I had made - she could buy any number of magazines showing her how to do it herself. And better probably.

So I have no outstanding talent - just dabbles.

So I have nothing to show off that I 'did this morning'.

I cannot draw or paint.

My cooking is edible, not show-offable.

I do not live in a grand house.

I do not own loads of little 'things' that vignette every flat surface of my home.

I am just me.

And who is going to want to read about me?