…But just before I publish the bag pattern at last, another post has rudely sneaked in front. Because today is TheTwistedYarn’s second blogiversary! Also, this is my 200th post.
OK I confess, this photo is of the cake that the Stoic Spouse secretly commissioned last year, but it was so wonderful that I thought its picture deserved dusting off and airing again, one year on. Man, that cake tasted good. And as surprises go, this was an above-averagely wonderful one. It was made by some folks based in Oxford’s historic Covered Market – the same people who made our wedding cake eight years ago.
So the blog is two years old today! That means it’s reached toddlerdom and will no doubt become stroppy and cantankerous. (The twinnage’s first serious tantrum began right on cue at 8am on their second birthday – spooky, huh?)
No cake this year, and I left work two hours late this evening, but now I’m home with wine and a fire, and all is good.
Just to get sentimental (no, it’s not the wine – I’ve only drunk 2cm down the glass since the above picture was taken), I never imagined the fabulous rollercoaster that blogging would turn out to be. The new friends in real life (including the inspiring Selma, and Alice, and Greenclogs), and friends online (including the wit of Narf, amongst many others). The chatter we’ve had here (I love your comments, I love listening to you all, I love your wisdom). The column for Simply Knitting magazine. The fun with Stylecraft yarns. The patterns I’ve put out, including on Ravelry. The hope that I’ve passed on at least a little bit of confidence to just go and make that crazy, colourful idea that’s been brewing in your head. The knitting/crochet group we formed in the pub after one of my readers realized that we live in the same village from my description of our postman. All of it. It’s all been good.
But my goodness, blogging eats up time, nay devours it in great slurping ill-mannered mouthfuls. I am that weirdo who writes all of my blog posts by hand on, like, paper with a pen, before typing them up, a process not recommended for anyone interested in speed-blogging.
So what’s next? (Other than the bag pattern.) Well I’m sorry to break it to you, but… more along the same lines. And I’m still planning to add the occasional chattery video into the mix, too, once I suss out the technology and once time permits. (Ha, time?! Who needs sleep, anyway? Just hook me up t’that intravenous caffeine and watch me go. And go. And go.)
Finally, may I propose a toast? To friends, across the world. Knitters and crocheters and random people, you’re all pretty cool.