Once upon a time, I had a normal life.
A relatively normal life.
OK, fine, a semblance of a normal life that’s actually a bit nerdy and old-fashioned and packed full of random roadtrips.
Now? Now, I have a #sewingvloggerlife.
There was no gradual change to this new life. No, it just rocked up on my doorstep, let itself in and made itself at home. And just like that, I went from someone who liked a little bit of sewing and knitting and also happened to own a camera to someone with a #sewingvloggerlife and an ovewhelming suspicion that nothing was ever going to be the same again.
But what does a #sewingvloggerlife look like?
In my case, it began with showing everyone my underwear. Continue reading
Welcome to the shiny new home of Katie Writes Stuff! To celebrate this move, I thought I’d kick things off with something a little different: a sewing vlog.
This may not make a lot of sense, given that I’m meant to be introducing you to my all-new, all-singing-and-dancing blog home. However, this vlog neatly combines most of my favourite things: roadtripping, vintage knitting and sewing, and op shopping (or thrifting, or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods). And if you add in the fact that I recorded it on a camera, then I’ve included photography as well. So it has a little bit of everything, which is coincidentally exactly what you can expect on the blog.
(I’d love to say this was my plan all along, but I really just thought of it a moment ago.)
But why a vlog, all of a sudden? Continue reading
We all know about NaNoWriMo, right? That crazy time of year (known to normal people as ‘November’) when people around the world decide to write a 50,000 word novel in thirty days? Yeah, that. For the last two years, I’ve decided that it’s a thing that should happen to me.
Last year, it happened successfully, despite the fact I decided join in one third of the way through November.
This year, it wasn’t quite as successful, despite starting right at the beginning of the month. So I could be annoyed by this and disappointed at my failure and this would seem to be an appropriate reaction, something along the lines of the feelings I experience when I go to take a sip of my tea and realise that I’ve drunk it all without noticing.
“I’ve failed NaNoWriMo!” I declared to all and sundry, which resulted in roughly ten percent understanding nods and ninety percent bewildered looks.
And then I thought about it. In spite of one migraine, full-time work, several clarinet lessons, four four-hour band rehearsals, one friend’s music concert, a barbeque with the in-laws and extra rehearsals for Maroondah Carols, I managed to write 45,000 words of a story that has pretty much hijacked my imagination. And that doesn’t feel like failing after all.
So I did the logical thing and made a vlog about it.