Posts Tagged ‘scrapbook’

I ain’t a punk b*tch, I don’t give a f*ck…

January 7, 2009

Wait…  What?

Sometimes the hip hop just gets in my soul, you know?

Welcome.  Welcome to my…ugh… Blog.  I hate that.  I resisted the whole blog thing for so long, telling myself that blogs are just a place for angry teenagers to whine on the internets that their parents totally suck and post pictures of the new way they flat-ironed their greasy hair today.

But.

Here I am.

I am going to come out and say it right now for the whole world (you know, the whole 3 people that I know who will read this blog) that I am officially addicted to reading crafty, foody, green, artsy, handmade, yarny, homemaker-y, pretty pretty blogs with lots of pictures of cupcakes and felt and ipod cozies and crocheted beanies and homemade soap and oh God it feels so GOOD to get that off my chest.

I love them.  And you should love them too, go visit them.  They’re listed over there.

So why start my own? Eh, mostly because I have a lot of craftiness that no one around me can fully appreciate.  Not that they don’t appreciate me, or that I think I’m something so incredible that the average man cannot begin to wrap his brain around my awesomeness and thus cannot appreciate my art.   What I mean is that aside from a small smattering of friends (that live hundreds of miles away),  no one in my general vicinity can fully understand what it means to get your ribbon basket untangled and arranged in rainbow order, or how good it feels to gently peel a brand new set of clear acrylic stamps off their plastic backing, or how a hat that took $20 worth of yarn and 6 hours of hand cramping repetition just feels better than the one you bought at Target for $4.50.

So here goes.  I am creating this blog to have a place to toss up pictures of my current projects so that you all may comment on them, tell me that they are pretty and tell me what I could do to make them better.

And I totally promise that if you have a similar blog, I will visit and do the same for you.

But mostly, I promise that I ain’t a punk bitch.

Word.

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