The Story of a Blogger

In my home there is a space that is all mine. It is a glass top desk with a bright white saw horse legs. It is currently covered in smattering of beading supplies, shipping envelopes, and array items that have no business being there. It is my attempt to scratch out a little space that is all my own for my beading. Because in my head, if I don’t take me serious as an Etsy seller then why should someone else. So at night I sit at a computer with my trusty Netflix account and I bead. I pull together all of the colors needed and I entertain myself as I slip my long slightly bent needle through beads.

Tonight I am watching Julie & Julia. Right now I find the two stories to be inspirational. Julia is an inspiration because she found a passion and without hesitation pursued it. She made her way through Paris learning to cook from people who didn’t believe in her. So with the loving support of the people around me I feel thankful. Then there is Julie’s story that is wonderful. Her desire to maintain a blog that she loves makes me appreciate mine more. I enjoy getting to sit down and spending time putting my thoughts out into the world. It is also nice to see how she writes about her trials through cooking. It makes me feel better about writing about my own.