When this blog journey of mine started, I wanted a place of my own to share my crafts. I wanted to show the world my painting and my DIY... make a few friends who shared that passion that I hold deep within me. I don't have that in real life... many of my friends wouldn't know what to do with a hot glue gun if it burned them in the ass {I still love you all}. I didn't want my blog to be about the real me. The sometimes crazy, lonely, emotional wreck of a woman I tend to be. I didn't want it to be about my husband or my kids... everything I do is about the kids. I wanted to focus on perfection... a perfect painting, the perfect color, the perfect chair, the perfect recipe, perfect perfect perfect...
What do you do when you're not feeling all that crafty? Or happy? Or you're just in a dramatic place? When you focus so hard on making everything seem so...PerFect, there isn't much room for error!
One of the ideas that resounds in my mind from researching hints for building a better blog is this...
" Be YOU, write from your heart. People read blogs they connect with on some level."
There are so many blogs in every genre; chances are what you are writing about isn't exactly original. I know that I'm not the only painter in the world and I'm certainly not the only one who blogs about it. One only needs to see so many different ways to paint a birdhouse or sew a curtain. What keeps me going back to certain 'must read' blogs is the person behind the blog. A connection I've found with that person in some way... even if they don't know it! Someone who's faith or parenting, or humor inspires me. People who write blogs that somehow expresses who they are between the painted orange walls, hand made chatchkeys, and kick butt sensory bins are those who keep me coming back.
I have convinced myself in a multitude of ways that you do not want to hear my story. Perhaps many of you don't and I'm sure I will lose a few followers along the way, but I'm also sure some of you do. Seems that my idea of having a blog all about me... is well... just not working unless I share the parts of my life who make me who I am! I am so much more Truth be told, I hadn't picked up a paint brush since high school until the birth of my daughter. If it weren't for her I don't know that I would have even rediscovered or allowed myself to experiment with that creative side again.
So my question remains: Will you still like me if I just be me?






