A while back, the Grumperina posted a new meme, "10 Knitterly Things." As I started composing my own in my head, I realized that most of what I wanted to tell you was not about my knitting, but about my blogging about my knitting. And that's where we'll begin our list:
1. I don't know which comes first in my heart, the writing or the knitting. The knitting definitely came before blogging, but I've been writing longer than I've been knitting. I once, in Grade 4, composed a poem spoofing Ann Bradstreet's "Upon the Burning of our House." Mine was entitled, "Upon the Finding of a Louse." You can tell what was taking up the school nurse's hours in those days. (Remember sitting on that little chair while she ran the comb over your scalp? Remember how nice it felt?) In Grade 5, I kept a journal while my family was at the beach, and composed stories with shocking amounts of kissing in them. Nobler literary pursuits followed, but the early poems and stories, they were thrilling. (And may save me later on a slow blogging day.)
2. The story of how I got started blogging is the usual one. Girl reads blogs, girl yearns for blog, girl is finally spurred to blogging because a friend does it first. My first loves were Cathi and Jen, and then I found Cara, as did so many, through the Jaywalker-along. At the blogger meet-up at MDSW '06, I regressed to my middle school wannabe days. And then Beth blogged. And I was not about to be left behind.
3. It took me an embarrasingly long time to discover what bloglines could do for me. I used to click, and click, and click, and click, hungry for new posts.
4. Until this September, I had no Internet at home. All blogging was done at work or, over the summer, at my parents' house. This meant schlepping the camera and the Biscuit, snacks, toys, and diapers, and hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't discover just how non-baby-proof this arrangement was while I was in mid-post. Needless to day, there was a whole lot of "saving as draft."
5. I believe firmly not only in replying to comments (even if it's days later-sorry), but also in visiting the blogs of those who leave comments here. I suppose it's lucky, then, that I'm not the Harlot, with her dickety-billion commenters.
6. The greatest number of comments I've ever received was on my latest post. So I thought this would be a good time to finally show my face. You made this goofy gal giggle!
7. I've received many gifts from readers of this blog- most of them comments. However, I must take time to give special thanks to Lorinda for some gorgeous blue stitch markers, one of which graced Shedir for a time, to Nikki the (once again) Blogless for vintage German glass bead stitch markers and a lovely playsilk for the Biscuit, and to Heather for the most wonderfully random act of blogging kindness ever. After reading about Forecast's sad day at the library, she made certain that I'd never have to wait for Knitting without Tears to be returned ever again, because now I have one that's mine, all mine! The "on hold" wars have ended! The townsfolk rejoice! Pie for everyone!
8. I add a new blog to my bloglines almost every other day. I've only ever removed a few: when it seemed the blogger was gone and never to return, when I felt I'd never live up to the standards being presented and therefore decided to save myself by reading no more, or when s/he never ever, no matter what, answered a comment. Here are my three newest favorite reads: The above-mentioned Heather, because she's a girl after my own heart- a reader, a smartie pants, and a generous soul; the ever-green Kelly, who lives where I wanna live and isn't smug about it, takes beautiful photos of flowers, and who isn't afraid to blog about laundry; and Megan- you had me at "philistine."
9. While writing this entry, I received my 700th comment.
10. A post I'll always remember: Thanks to Grumperina for this post, which has saved me countless diaper dollars.
*Above photos of WIPS- Mr. Frick's seamless hybrid (with special secret message inside!), Classic Elite Provence all wound up for a baby blanket, and a cashmere cowl for me, me, me!