The new year is still young (and yet, the first month is already half over somehow), so I figured it’s the perfect time to take stock on the year that was 2018. Ideally, I’d do a re-cap of my blog posts and share some of the highlights I recorded… except I only wrote eight blog posts for the entire year.
So, with thoughts of calendars still in my head, I thought I’d do a sort of blog calendar and share a photo from each month of 2018 with a little wordiness, because you can’t ask me to choose between words or photos. That’s like asking me to choose which is my favourite cat.
Read on for a snapshot of my 2018! Continue reading
Things have been a little quiet around here lately and a lot of the blame can be laid at the doorstep of a huge change I’m doing my best to ignore. I mean, moving house isn’t that big a deal, is it? It pretty much happens by itself, right?
Oh, but it doesn’t and I don’t know where to start (despite moving four times in the past ten years). So I’ve been burying myself in knitting and denial, both of which are progressing splendidly.
In fact, the knitting is going so splendidly that I’m currently in the middle of this: Continue reading
What does your ideal home look like? Is it a chic city flat or a smart suburban home? Is it a rustic beach house or a cosy home in the country? I can tell you that the latter describes my dream home to a T.
It’s safe to say I’m not a city person. I’m not even an outer suburban person. Basically, anything that involves a lot of houses, vast amounts of people and ready access to shopping centres is not my cup of tea.
Something that is my cup of tea, however, is the area in which I am staying as I write this post. My parents moved to Beechworth several years ago, so I’m lucky to be able to come up here several times a year and enjoy the lack of suburban-ness (and their company, obviously). Open fields! Country op shops! (They are the absolute best op shops.) The fancy-pants fudge at the lolly shop!
I grew up on a ten acre farm, which is either HUGE or tiny depending on your background. Continue reading
Once upon a time, in a far off land known as GeoCities (bonus points if you even remember that), I had a blog. And by ‘blog’ I mean ‘a page on my website that I updated manually every couple of days or so’. It was fun. I have no idea if anyone ever read it and they certainly couldn’t leave comments, but I was hooked. Before long, I found my next blogging fix: LiveJournal. Icons! Layouts! A page of blog posts that didn’t require me to write them in code!
Yes, it’s safe to say I was addicted. It’s also safe to say that blogging led to my developing an obsession with photography and also took my hand and introduced me to vlogging. Yes, blogging has a lot to answer for, especially when it comes to my bank balance.
Eventually, I developed the courage to make the leap from LiveJournal and start my own self-hosted blog. These were exciting times for someone whose idea of a good time involves finding a font with nice kerning. I spent hours making my blog look exactly as I wanted it to and took ridiculous amounts of photos to share. At several points, photos almost seemed to supersede words in my blog posts, which was an alarming concept for a person who adores words with a passion known to alarm casual bystanders.
Then I made my fatal mistake: I decided to bid farewell to my rambly blog and specialise. Continue reading