A blog, really ??


My husband was very supportive and encouraged me to stick with it. I met a community of fascinating women: knitters, crafters, scrapbookers, writers... I learned so much. It was immensely fun until I thought I should maybe turn it into something a bit more professorial. So I started looked for "inspiration" and comparing and I killed the fun.

I continued blogging on and off for the past 4 years but more off then on to be honest. I fell in the rabbit hole of easy scrolling and minimal engagement. Pinterest, Facebook, Instagram... I have since came to miss the community, the shared knowledge and personally I realized I had lost my ability to focus on tasks. I sit down to knit and find myself scrolling on IG. I try to write on my journal and I get bored halfway.

So blogging is a therapy. A way to tame the monkeys in my brain. A motivation to write, take pictures, start new projects...All the things my blog enabled me to do and that I lost in the shuffle of the past couple of years.