I took a bunch of photos this afternoon trying to find something to blog about and this is my favorite one. Not very representative of the many (somewhat frustrating) hours spent in the craft room this weekend trying to make outfits for little people with no shoulders, but there you go.
I’m in a weird mood these days when it comes to blogging. I’m loving reading them. There’s so much great blog out there…brilliant writers, amazing photographers, cool ass stuff, it’s awesome! And more than a bit overwhelming. I keep getting stressed out in a keeping up with the Joneses sort of way. I feel like I’ve got nothing interesting to say these days. Nothing is making me crazy craft-tingly. I’m fully enjoying crafting as usual, very pleased with my new fabric, looking forward to doing some fall knitting, having fun making outfits for my latest doll (phoebe), but I’m not feeling any lightening bolts of inspiration. It’s all sort of mellowed into a nice groove for me. I’ve got a list of to-dos that keep me happily busy and when I get a quiet moment to sit and think about something other than the stuff of life, often a fun new idea pops into my head. I write it down for sometime in the future when consistent craft time is back on the agenda and that satisfies me. But then I read my bloglines…you get the picture. I’m stuck in a cycle of stressing myself out about blogging, realizing I don’t really care, then that stresses me out, then I realize how silly that is and I’m calm again. I’m just hoping the dial keeps landing on contented. And… I’m about to delete this whole paragraph. I’m afraid it sounds self-deprecating or like I feel sorry for myself, but what the crap, I’ll leave it. Maybe that’s why I have nothing to say because I always edit the anything out of everything! To sum up: I’m boring but I’m going with it. Thanks for checking in!