A Year of Fortunate Events

Once upon a time in a land far far away there was an Aussie chick who decided to start a blog......

I did that because Facebook is far too common and revealing and everyone knows MySpace is for dweebs. And, you can only use 160 characters on Twitter, which given my verbose nature isn't nearly enough.   After due consideration I decided the internet would be around for the next million years or so and that was my best  shot at immortality. And so a blog was born.

I've written about things that might have seemed inconsequential to some , but are  of actual importance to me  and as my  confidence grew and my  blog posts started to show more of my actual personality "Quilting in My Pyjamas" started to be a bit like the movie  Field of Dreams..."If you write it, people will come". 

To date I've managed to  rattle off 265 posts, amass a whopping 2500 comments, have had 2070 profile views (about 1000 of those were probably  my Mum) and good golly Miss Molly I have  98 readers. Thats 91 people more than the fiefdom  kingdom  I rule including all of the QIMP pets.  If current trends continue, by the time I'm 100, I'll have 5488 followers and 140,000 comments assuming the world doesn't implode before then.

You've shared Slack Tea Thursday, Translation Tuesday, and Favourite Things Friday. You've shared the trials and tribulations of renovation hell, the Bakerella wars, ups and downs, craft and sewing projects that didnt go quite right, and questionable tutorials. You've met Little P, Miss P, Mr. P , the P pets, and the rest of the P family. You've all stuck around through the Princess Whiny Arse Phase, Da Whoopy Cough epidemic of 2010,  the occasional rant, and me using Little P for illegal child labour by loosely calling him an "assistant". 

I've  been reflecting  on how this blogging experience has enriched my life and how  grateful I am for the connections I've  made, the people who read , the comments you make,  the stories and aspects of our lives that we share. A few of you have gotten to know me well and  I'm proud to call you my friends.  One of these days I'm going to lob up and visit some of you and you'll come for a return visit and stay in my guest room, assuming Miss P doesnt stay here forever. Being part of the Blog world has enriched my life in ways I could never have imagined. I've learned new things, shamelessly copied quilts and other craft projects,   been exposed to ideas out of the realm of my belief and experience, and been challenged and I am so thankful I've "met" each and every one of you. 

I've had my taste buds tempted by your recipes, (Kirsten- how I lost 25 pounds this year I have no idea )  been cheered on with never ending faith that I can eventually learn to FM quilt, and I've laughed out loud till I cried over many of your posts and emails.

I've spent nights playing internet sewing races with Marg, plotted a spiders death from 1500 kilometres away via email ,  drunk Skyped  Becks the day Mr. P lost his job, and I seriously wet my pants laughing  the day Cynthia posted her eating vegemite video.   I am constantly reminded by Shevvy not to become a Barbie Doll wannabe (I dont want to have a "Stepford Wife " blog) , Lisa gave me my first taste of Lucky Charms and helped me realise a childhood dream  and Elizabeth and I have deep and meaningfuls and save the world  via email several times a week.

There are too many other things that have come about as a result of all of you for me to list every single one individually. For the generous gifts, swaps, emails comments and chats, thank you to all of you for those moments over this past year. You all pick me up when I need it, kick me in the arse when I deserve it, and celebrate with me when I have something great to share. This is a community.

My blog  is one  year old today.  And all I have left to say is

P.S. The single most popular post from this past year is the toilet roll tute - go figure.