A year ago today I moved into this blog, opened the blinds, looked around at its bare walls and set about putting up some pictures. Then I unpacked a couple of boxes and began to write my first post.
Fast forward to today. Well, the place is a little more cluttered, and some of the original boxes I moved in with still haven’t been unpacked. Oops. But TheTwistedYarn has become a colourful, happy, lived-in place where I get to talk about knitting, and crochet, and colour, and nature, and occasionally history-in-the-landscape all the time, and nobody says ‘Oh for goodness sake, Twisted, will you shut up about the knitting already?’ (Or maybe you’re all just too polite.) And the best thing is that I get to chat to like-minded souls, and read your blogs too. Because I had no idea when I started blogging, what a wonderfully communal experience it would be. I am mightily grateful to every person who reads this blog, especially the subscribers, but most of all I love chatting to people on the comments threads and I love reading your thoughts, and then wandering over and reading your blogs too.
Now, I have some numbers to discuss, and I have some cake. Which would you like first? Hmm, that’s a no-brainer really, isn’t it. (So much so that I’m not even going to dignify that last sentence with a question mark.) OK, to the cake. Well, I’ve just had a rather enormous surprise. See, I’d told the Stoic Spouse that the ‘Yarn’s blogiversary was coming up, and that I was thinking of baking a cake. And I was just
rambling tediously speaking eloquently about how I needed to get on with the baking, when he asked me to close my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw this:-
I was speechless. Honestly. I actually just stood there staring at it for ages, smiling inanely and shaking my head at its wonderfulness. I haven’t even eaten any, it’s that beautiful. (It’s also a lot larger than it looks in this picture, and underneath the icing it’s apparently chocolate.)
Is this the most wonderful cake ever?
The Stoic Spouse commissioned it from the same people who made our wedding cake, and who also made the cake via which he proposed. (How could I have refused to marry a man who communicated through the medium of cake?)
Stoic Spouse, you may be unable to tell the difference between knitting and crochet (nor care about this fact), but the cake almost makes up for it. Almost. 😉 Thank you.
Oh yes, the numbers. Well I just wanted to do a happy little dance of gratitude to the 1063 people who have subscribed to this blog, over the course of its 98 posts. (No, you don’t get to see the dance. I am not a talented dancer.) I know, I know, now that I’ve written that, you’re all going to unsubscribe and I’ll be left looking like a deluded fantasist with two followers, one of whom is my mum. (Mum, please don’t unsubscribe.) And I’m grateful to the 31 000 views originating in 106 countries that the ‘Yarn has had so far. And the Deramores Award was a rather amazing moment, too: look out for a post I’ll be writing on the Deramores blog within the next couple of months.
But never mind all that, because right now there’s cake. 🙂