I get some interesting emails and comments about our blog, particularly in-real-life friends (as opposed to you imaginary-friends out there, who just “get me”).
People ask how I have time to blog.
How I have time to craft.
How I have time to garden.
How I have time to cook (every once and a while).
They like the blog, don’t get me wrong (and how could they not?), but they don’t understand.
I’ll tell you how I have time to blog: I don’t sleep.
Just kidding. I totally sleep at least 9 hours a night. I have a disorder… it’s called lazy-woman-who-needs-9-hours-of-sleep-to-be-pleasant-itis.
Actually, I choose to make the time. (And, did I mention that I don’t have kids?) And, I avoid doing things like working out or watching reality television or leaving the house. Or showering.
Just kidding. I shower. Sometimes.
And, actually, I think the interesting thing about the blog world is that you get a very biased view of peoples’ lives.
Don’t get me wrong, I love blogging. I find it to be a great motivator, a great creative outlet and a great way to be inspired by others. But, I really only post the good things (with a few exceptions). And, I have to believe that others do the same.
Who wants to post about the negative parts of life?
There are disasters and disappointments and days where I do nothing but veg on the couch. There are days when it takes an entire afternoon to hang a light fixture (hypothetically). Or when it takes sixteen coats of white paint to cover graffiti on an upstairs door that I didn’t want to sand or prime (hypothetically). Or an evening when Ryan and I spend an hour putting a cutesy cover on my camera strap.
So, I thought I’d just put that out there. This blog – it’s all a mirage of a peaceful, productive household. I also want to show you these pictures. Because they are funny.
It really did take Ryan and I an hour to put a strap cover on my fancy new camera (I chose this one btw… so far, I love it).
When we finally got it on (after using a hanger, a skewer, a chopstick and wire), Ryan looked at me and said, you will never buy one of these again.
And, I smiled and said, of course not. I think I can make another one myself.