Let Us Never Speak Of This Again.

Yep. Not even two whole days… and I’m back.

I know I should have at least tried to stay away a little longer – you know, so that you get a chance to miss me… pine for me even… get tattoos of my name (or just ‘Wino forever’) on your buttocks… but screw it. I’m here now.

I’ve discovered it takes so much more energy to be anxious & feel negative than to just get on with things (…as long as those things aren’t packing or cleaning…). I don’t think I could make it two weeks. I could try, but I don’t want to. I have stuff to show you & packing to avoid.

I’m not going to go too much into whatever “issues” I was having, except to say that I’ve had a couple of days (*ahem*) to think about them & have realised that they aren’t that big or scary in the grand scheme of things.

Thanks for your sweet comments & emails kids, you make me smile, even when I’m trying to stomp around under my very own personal raincloud. Damn you.

Massive thanks to Vanessa for directing me here. It was like a light bulb went off when I read this post. A nice old school light bulb too – not one of the new ugly curly energy saver deal’es. Amongst many other things, I was feeling a bit – daunted by that number on the side there – the number of peeps – of YOU – I know it’s not a mega-number that some of you have & at the same time I know that it seems like a crazy, unobtainable number for those of you that have a lot less, but to me it was starting to mean “I must perform!”. I didn’t want to disappoint you… you’d taken the time to look around here & decided you might hang around for a while, & I didn’t want you to regret it. Not because I WANT a gazillion followers – I would die of weird socially-awkward-person paranoia – but because I don’t want to let you down. I did feel obliged, especially since I read so many of your blogs & am inspired & awed by them ALL. THE. TIME.

But I’m over it. If you stay, you stay, and if you don’t, you don’t (I know who I want to stay & talk to me & I also know that you will…) & I’m just going to continue, opping, crafting & faffing about, because that’s what I do & I like it.

Thanks for listening. This is certainly cheaper than therapy. (That’s if you don’t count all the things you guys enable me to buy – like craft books & matryoshka measuring cups…)

I’ll be back in a wee bit with what I was doing instead of packing. (You know you love my procrastinating ways… they make you feel better about yourself even as you shake your head in disbelief…)

Oh – one last thing My Place & Yours will be taking a wee hiatus while I move & until I again have a “My Place” to play along with.

I think that’s everything.

Ok?

Ok.