Saturday, March 29, 2014

The New and the Old...

story of my life...
The hardest thing about a move is attempting to rediscover who you are and try to remember who you were. I have learned this from the countless moves I have made in my short life. In every new place I meet people I never want to leave as well as people I wish would leave. I feel the same about my own persona in each place I attempt to adapt to. 
My person before moving, the one many of you knew me as, was surrounded by creativity every day. That atmosphere being the root of my creations and the existence of this blog. Almost every day I think of this blog but have yet to feel worthy of attaching my current life to it. While my excuse may seem silly or somber, it is the way I have felt for the last year or two.
Now, after that sad little rant I would like to say that I believe I have finally rediscovered myself once again. This new self is ready to reopen this very missed page, and allow those of you still reading to see me once again. But first! A picture of one of my cats...
A creepy picture of a cat that looks as though it might attack me if a dare to take another photo of her. But nevertheless, a cat.
And now, A zipper pouch.
Yup, I made that.
Not as impressive as things I've shown you before, but pretty good for now If you ask me. And what makes it even greater is the little German houses.  
More to come,
I promise this time.