You know, Ive been blogging for over 3 years now. It has brought many opportunities from many possibilities but it also has brought so much heartache as well.
I really do wonder why some people judge you for writing small personal things and whom would claim "I would never share my private life on a public blog". And you know, that's cool. We all make our own choices but in my defence, there is a LOT of stuff that happens in my life that I don't blog about.
Lots of work opportunities have come my way which I find has paid off the late nights where I felt I must blog a particular event or situation. I do find blogging therapeutic before bedtime as it allows me to drain what is on my mind so that I can have a bloody good nights sleep. Its a fab form of communication so that my family can read up on what we are doing plus (and I cant stress this enough) I can go back to any blog post from the past 3 years and recall events so trivial or so huge, that I can live the moment again. Its also helped me catalogue the crap times we have endured with hospitals; which may help other parents going through the torturous journey of getting a diagnosis.
For me, blogging is about sharing information and experiences. I never know just how many people it touches or reaches but if it raises awareness, strikes a cord or makes somebody laugh, then its been worth every word typed, you know?
So it brings me to this.
The other day I blogged about Belle getting a dolls house. A project we could work on furnishing and getting excited about designing our own wallpapers and colour schemes. Well quite out of the blue a lady called Sue emailed me and asked if Ells would like some furniture from her days of collecting dolls house stuff. I mean, how generous is that? Just out of the blue! Well no sooner had she offered did we receive the parcel of which belle opened tonight. Well, that little girls face was better than all the Christmases she has had rolled into one. Bit by bit she unwrapped the beautiful pink tissue papers to reveal lovely little pieces of furniture. Each opening was a squeal of delight and I caught some best bits on camera.
She adores this old fashioned range cooker
This lamp is her second fave (and it will work once we rig the house with real electrics!)Ells can't get over how dinky and cute these candlesticks areHere s the whole shebang a bang
Ellie would not play with dolls when she was a kid but fell in love with the Momma doll. Its heartbreaking to see a 13 year old girl be so attached to it when she should be hanging out or texting with friends. Only last night we saw girls in her peer group shopping in town on their own, no doubt catching the bus independently, making decisions like your average 13 year old without having to be reliant on their mommas to push them in an awkward buggy. But, you know, Im not ashamed or embarrassed for her; Im kind of happy she feels so attached. Its just her way and Ive got to let her play it all out. Maybe we can get through to her via this new hobby. Perhaps get her to open up a bit more; discover what is inside the mind of this little girl, lost.
Thank you Sue, you are very thoughtful and Ellie is such a happy girl today :)
Look what comes tomorrow!
He he heeeeeee
When I went to order these CD's, I enquired how long it would take. When the peeps said it would take two weeks I exclaimed "Well Leona Lewis CD got printed the night she won the x-factor, why so long?". One of the guys quipped "This isn't the Craft-factor, you know". I laughed so hard I ruptured my spleen. And still had to wait two weeks (4, if I dont include rejecting the first batch).
Anyways, no doubt I will be linking you all up to its whereabouts tomorrow :)