Every once in a while I find myself with a good case of Blog Envy. When I land on a really good blog my eyebrows get get tall (like my pride.) I read and scroll and click until I can’t sit anymore. I end up running to my bedroom to dump out my old-record-sleeve full of strange paper goods (that fold well) and I paste new things together. It feels good to make things with my fingers and glue.
What did our parents have to share things? Scrapbooks and notepads and cassette tapes? Rotary telephones? We live in exciting days for sharing. I’m intrigued by the endless possibilities that blogs offer for creation. Even if I (do) have to confess my sins along the way.