How did a year go by so fast? I started this blog this time last year. My first post was about the joys of spring (nothing has changed). I had no idea what blogging was about, really. I never liked the sound of the word. Blog. Like a bog, mixed with something slimy. I came to it by accident, while searching for tips on ways to use Photoshop in illustration. I came across Clare Robertson's blog Loobylu, and loved the way she wrote about her home, and her work, and her inspirations. I thought I would like to have a go. It would be a fun project, to create something that L could read one day, and to find a place for my images and little drawings. And so it was, but it has also been much more. It's been a focus for my wayward thoughts and daydreams about the future. Just like a journal, but infinitely more public. Since those first shaky beginnings I have: read hundreds of posts by inspiring people, decided I wanted to draw again, entered 26 illustration challenges, actually sold work online, and learned new skills in everything from CSS to Illustrator. I've stopped worrying about nobody reading it (and being too shy to tell anyone I was writing it), and I still get overexcited when anyone leaves a comment. It has been one of the best things I have ever done. I read this quote this morning (via Swissmiss), and it seemed like exactly the right thing on the right day, just as I was thinking about how far I've come in the last year.
Sometimes the little times you don’t think are anything while they’re happening turn out to be what marks a whole period of your life.