She did find she was good at arts. Or at least reasonably good. Ok, passably. She was good at charades and some other useful stuff like that. She found she was terrified of close spaces and at ease in great heights, had no problem with spiders but scorpions, snakes and the such inspired terror. She met and fell in love with a black eyed boy and suddenly she found herself turned into a mommy with two little firecracker princesses.
That girl had a blog. She wrote in it with regularity and she loved it. She met loads of amazing women and became friends with some of them. She found her points of view broadened and her knowledge of the world challenged and nurtured at the same time. She learned many things, tried to unlearn many more and generally had a good time.
This girl has to aknowledge all this and thank you all before admiting that she cannot keep up properly with the blog. And she knows it's ok.
And while she will blog whenever she can, that, sadly is all she can promise. Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made and this blog is the one that will not be spared. She will visit you all, and every other month she will post a bit of her life and maybe a bit of her crochet/knit/sewing. I love you all, and I mean it.
