OK, this is a quick one, because I know you’re busy. And it’s sort of an admin post, just like when you go to a training event and they tell you at the beginning where the fire exits are, and ask how long a lunch break you’d like, at which point everyone opts for a short lunch so that they can go home early.
I’m trying to knit whilst typing, so please do excuse any errors.
So, tomorrow-ish, some serious backstage shenanigans will be happening on this site. (For those with an interest, I’m going self-hosted with the .org version of WordPress.) When it’s all done, very little will change at this end. I’ll still be chattering away at TheTwistedYarn.com. And knitting, obvs.
I’m hoping that nowt will seem much different from your end (except there’ll be no more of those ads at the bottom of the page – yay!) But, BUT, BUT… as far as I can tell, it’s possible that you may need to ‘re-follow’ after the change-over, in order to ensure that the usual stream of bonkersness, chatter and over-ambitious knitting/crochet ideas continues to land in your in-tray. Can you sense the mild desperation that made me type those words in bold?! Can you tell that my entire sense of self-worth is built on online validation, and that I’ve disappeared so far into the internet that I’ve forgotten how to have meaningful relationships in real life? 😉
Slightly dispiritingly, all previous ‘likes’ will vanish, my previously healthy total of 2511 subscribed followers will plunge, and my stats counter will reset from 150,000 to zero.
But the good news is that all your friendly, interesting, funny, kind, and heartfelt comments will still be here, which makes me very happy indeed. The blog will look the same. I’ll post in the same way. We can still knit and crochet together by the fire, and all will be well.
The changeover will happen some time from Monday to Tuesday. After that, I’ll post again to say hello.
There, that’s all finished. So you can all go home early. 🙂
PS: Thank you, Alice, for holding my hand through the process and for not telling me out loud that I’m an idiot.