Young Mama,
Your role in Motherhood,
It should be sacred, it should be good.
But you’ve twisted it right nice,
Doling misery and malice.
Young Mama,
Instead of Loving
As you should.
—
Written 11-07-2016, 10:58am
Copyright © 2016 by Julia Meek Chambers, all rights reserved.
Austin Community College Headquarters – Wiki Commons Public Domain
This past weekend our local community college (ACC) held a career and college exploration event for prospective and returning students.
And it was a pretty great event, I thought!
I attended with my son, who has aspirations of pursuing both robotics and music degrees in his future. And while he might be accepted into one program at UT Austin or another Texas university of his choice, the likelihood of being accepted to both programs he wants… is not so likely. Hence, taking a look at the possibility of music opportunities at the community college level. Recently I’d heard that ACC was now offering a 2 year music degree.
A music degree was not something they offered back in my day. I took 12 hours of classes 20 years ago back when I moved from East Texas to Austin with the intention of finishing out my music BA (that I’d started 7 years prior), but switched away from when I moved to my second university that had no music program, and then pursuing my masters and later my doctorate in Music Theory.
At the time, though I’d met with department heads, I couldn’t afford to enter the UT Austin music program. So I looked to the local community college (often dubbed “Anyone Can Come” back then) for possible classes. They didn’t have a regular music degree there, but they did have a Music Business degree. Which I thought was pretty smart for any musician to consider taking. After all, if you are supposedly pursuing a career in music, why not learn a little about the business side of things. You know, just so you don’t get screwed?
It was great! classes were taught by people actually in the industry. I took piano lessons, music management courses and midi classes. Cutting edge for the time. I even started attending events with the Piano Technicians Guild.
And then, a couple months into the semester my life forever changed. I became pregnant with my oldest! AND I had all day morning sickness from hell. I spent the rest of the semester being that pregnant girl who was trying very hard not to toss her cookies in class. Who sometimes had to run out the room and find a bathroom that was not always very convenient. Somehow I still managed to pull off a 4.0.
Anyway, so for this “exploration event” I went with my son. After all, I was curious to see what might be offered today, since I will likely have to go back to school in the nearer, rather than farther, future.
It was truly impressive how far ACC has come.
I’ve known for some time that we are very blessed in Austin to have the resources we do through our local community college. Seriously better than many colleges around the nation. Many of the teachers are directly in the industry, or they are teaching at local universities as well as ACC. Pretty seriously sweet. And their credits transfer pretty well around the state.
What surprised me was how many more degrees and resources they have now. Truly knowledgeable programs for so many industries.
And to top it off, I couldn’t believe I was still in their system! They had all my records from 20 years ago, this semester. And they told me, if I ever want to come back and take more classes, it’s simply a matter of reconfirming my residency and I’m considered a returning student. Crazy!
For my son, they had almost anything he could want, that a 2-year degree could handle. He’s looking to add dual credit classes to his next semester, so it definitely helped give him an idea what he might pick. As it is, he only needs an elective, so anything music related, even if music technology related, should work well for him.
All in all, a valuable amount of time spent.
Filed under Austin
As a crocheter, I’ve always been interested in experimentation and pushing the bar on what can be defined as crochet.
I’ve used crochet in traditional projects, but also non-traditional projects, from mixed media art with metal filigree, to stitching up fishing line and telephone wire, etc..
Something I’ve been interested in playing around with, but haven’t yet, is 550 gut.
550 cord – aka paracord – aka parachute cord – is a lightweight nylon kernmantle rope originally used in the suspension lines of parachutes. It’s a very handy piece of gear used by paratroopers and other military personnel around the world.
As our good engineering friend would say, it’s one of the 4 elements for solving any problem during an apocalypse: as long as you have duct tape, paracord, zip ties and a hanger – there’s nothing you can’t build. You’re set!
The “gut” I mentioned above, however, refers to the individual threads inside the sheath of the 550 cord itself. In genuine 550 cord, there should be 7 or 9 strands inside. I grabbed some of our cord and snapped a photo so you can see what I’m talking about.
And while I’m not disinterested in the idea of crocheting with full-blown 550 cord, say for a fabulous project like this crocheted paracord backpack, I find the idea of working with the silky gut inside more interesting right now. While super strong, even as individual strings, the gut is pretty soft to the touch. And I’m curious to see how it might work up and whether it would stay silky soft once I put it into stitches.
Anyway, my husband was a paratrooper for the Texas Guard, so I’m quite familiar with the stuff. We always keep it around and it’s one of the best things to keep handy in a go bag or your emergency kit in the car. I’ve tied down many the piece of furniture in the truck with simple 550 cord.
Magic-awesome stuff. The problem is, usually it comes in much shorter lengths than I’d want for a crochet project.
If I’m going to work with it, I want at least 1000 yards of unbroken, uncut 550 gut. While I can certainly skin my own paracord for the gut, I still need it in one giant length of *yardage,* not just a few feet. I do NOT want to work with a bunch of short, cut pieces. And I don’t want the junk they sell for crafts either. I want the real thing. And it’s not usually found in such long lengths.
Military-grade 550 cord, refers to the minimum weight of the cord’s rated breaking strength, measured in pounds – Mil-C-5040h Type III paracord. 550 paracord is for life-dependent uses. Hence paracord bracelets and other useful applications for easily carrying around an emergency piece of heavy-duty cord. Just in case you find yourself in need. There are only a few companies who make it for true military specs. And it’s not the craft store version.
Anyway, a friend recently listened to my idea of working with paracord gut and suggested I consider nano cord, specifically nano cord from an Atwood rope company. Turns out I can get it in a 100 yard spool on Amazon Prime. It’s not 550 gut, as it’s still sheath around I think 3 strands, but it is tested to 36 pounds. While I haven’t proven to myself that nano cord is mil-spec at all, it does seem interesting. So I think I’m going to snag a roll to play around with and see what I can do. AND I kinda want to see for myself if the gut is anything like real 550 gut.
So we’ll see. I’ll let you know when I get anything of interest going with that. 😉
Curious to learn more about 550 cord and all the useful wonders it bestows? I found you a pretty good resource (why recreate something that’s already good?). Check this well-written survival article out here.
Filed under crochet, Mixed Media and Oddities
Did you notice the recent news story about the heart surgeon who credits CROCHET and a SEWING CLASS for his surgery skills?
“Dr. W. Dudley Johnson… pioneered and popularized lifesaving cardiac bypass surgery and was considered a healer of last resort for heart patients around the world…. He applied the crocheting skills he had learned from his mother, who was a home economics teacher, and the needlecraft he was taught in a seventh-grade sewing class (he got an A), to perform more than 8,500 heart bypass operations over four decades.” – NY Times, October 30th, 2016.
Unfortunately Dr. Johnson died last week, but his inspiration and legacy live on. Thanks to his mom, and #crochet.
(Check out the full story about this amazing man’s life here: http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/31/health/dudley-johnson-dead-coronary-bypass.html.)
Filed under Crochet News, NaBloPoMo
I finally stopped into a sweet little vintage store on Guadalupe, in downtown Austin called simply
– I ❤ Vintage –
right across the street from The Buffalo Exchange.
And as soon as I walked in, I found this sweet little handkerchief!
It’s a very nice example of “rick rack crochet.” In this case, the “rick rack” used was only about 1/8″ wide. This is a horseshoe style of trim.
The embroidery on the front is in Spanish and reads, “Ay amor me duele tonto.” Which http://www.spanishdict.com tells me means “Oh love it hurts me so.”
You can see two halves of a broken heart also in the embroidery.
An odd little sentiment to stitch into a lovely kerchief, it seems to me. But then, if the kerchief is for crying, then I suppose it makes sense!
You can see other examples of rick rack style crochet from the late 1800’s, early 1900’s and late 1900’s in my Pinterest collection here.
Learn more about the history of “rick rack crochet” here and here!
Just wanted to share some positive news with my crochet friends who have followed along from afar. We had positive news from John’s scans a couple of weeks ago.
After nearly 9 months, John’s glioblastoma is finally stabilizing. His last scans look a bit better than the scans from 6 weeks prior, but mostly similar. Of course, it’s still way better than the shocking scans from July.
The doctors also describe this improvement as “his glioblastoma is ‘stable.'” Meaning glioblastoma is the kind of cancer that’s never actually gone even when you can’t see contrast, but it’s not growing or moving at this time.
Swelling is a little less too. And the scar tissue from his stroke is starting to be reabsorbed, which they say is also good. Cancer’s still there, and still interfering with the visual pathway for his eyesight on the right side, but it’s a bit smaller and not growing right now. So that’s good. All in all, less contrast is good news! 
Not only is the current Avastin/Lomustine combo treatment working for John (it doesn’t for most patients) he’s also tolerating it well. So we’re grateful.
Next steps include chasing down specialized speech therapy and some specialized reading/vision help and glasses. John’s vision loss has so far interfered with his ability to get very far with communication therapy, and sometimes it’s potentially hazardous. So this is an important piece of his recovery for us to address.
We may have to pay out-of-pocket for vision therapy and gear, but trying to see if we can get at least some help from our insurance. With all the unforseen expenses on this journey, I’m trying to maximize whatever we can before the end of the year changes anything.
John’s next scans/evals are scheduled for December.
Last but not least — John turned 48 on October 27th — a date he didn’t initially think he’d get to see.
We are all so incredibly grateful. For the precious time together. For the beautiful friends who have helped with prayers and financial support so we can pay for treatment and gasoline and all the expenses that come with cancer treatment. And for all the words of encouragement that prop us up every single day in this storm.
The battle is not over, much less the war. But at least the constant shelling has paused, so we can regain our balance and breathe a little more.
xxxooo
Filed under Glioblastoma, NaBloPoMo
It’s NaBloPoMo time of year again. In spite of the chaos and emotional pain this year has been for me, I’ve committed to doing it. In part because writing is part of my therapy in life anyway.
Creating crochet, writing or music. One of those 3 things has always been present to help me get through, sort through, be through.
In childhood, it was my piano that expressed my soul the most. In early motherhood it was crochet that took the brunt.
As an adult, I haven’t had a lot of time to sit and craft at the piano. It requires a living room monopoly to do it and that’s not always possible.
These days it’s writing and crochet the most. And I so desperately need to find voice in any way I can.
Another reason for me not to give up the challenge though is because of the 8-9 years I’ve participated.
The idea that I’m not giving up all parts of me in this journey as a care partner (better label than care giver I think).
And in all these years of taking on this writers challenge, the only time I lost was one year thanks to Thanksgiving Day and no internet access to post for the day. (I have a smart phone now!)
NaBloPoMo was started 10 years ago. So, it’s kind become a part of my soul, being a part of it for so long.
I did take it a step further this year though. I decided to register and commit to posting every day in November for TWO blogs. My usual Aberrant Crochet blog. But also a new blog I’m formulating about glioblastoma.
I registered Frell Cancer nearly 9 months ago and haven’t written a single post yet. Its purpose is to help others who are desperately trying to get up to speed on what glioblastoma (GBM) is, treatments, studies, reality, etc.. Helping others in the GBM community was the point, because there’s so little support for people in that boat around the world. And most people don’t understand how it’s a different kind of cancer than everything else.
Victims always find themselves grappling with trying to educate their families while enduring the shelling that the glioblastoma fight often is. Such a fast, voracious cancer that threatens to destroy your very personality, identity, your relationships, etc.. Everything about you can change into someone you don’t recognize – overnight.
It’s so hard, and there’s a lot of fear. For good reason.
So…. NaBloPoMo will serve as the fire to propel me forward into assembling those posts for that blog. Besides, while I write whatever I want on Aberrant Crochet, I don’t want it to become all cancer all the time. And frankly, there’s a lot of pain in what we deal with in the GBM world. The posts I need to write will not be the most enjoyable kind.
The daily reality of glioblastoma is like living in a fire. It’s not something you really want to experience, unless you need to help someone. Unless you need to understand what families like ours face. These kinds of posts are the kind aimed at helping those who need it, in spite of how sad or shocking it may seem to others. The most efficient way to help those I seek to help most is simply to isolate those posts in one place that makes sense. So, I set aside a place for it. We’ll see how it goes.
Though to be clear, don’t think I’m never going to write about cancer here. I will. It’s more than just a slice of my reality now. And I have information I’m putting together that will help other cancers too. So there will be some cross posting.
You don’t have to be a seasoned NaBloPoMo challenger to know that unless you have nothing else to do, registering two blogs is stupid crazy. Especially if you’re like me and want every single post to count as a real exchange, or a real article. Not a throw-away post to say I posted, but ultimately, it’s crap.
But I think I have plenty I can share. More than anything, time management and structure will be the issue, not words I think.
So… here goes. Today’s the 1st day.
Wish me luck!
Filed under Glioblastoma, NaBloPoMo
Dude.
NaBloPoMo is coming.
Yes, I registered my blog. I even registered 2 blogs.
After all, the new glioblastoma blog I’m putting together could benefit from daily writing.
I’m totally insane. But I gotta.
I’ve lost only once in 8 years.
Ain’t gonna be this year.
Therapy, here I come.
Filed under NaBloPoMo
John and I talk things out openly all the time.
I have no idea what it is like personally to have two brain surgeries, seizures and strokes and not be able to communicate normally and do what the rest of us take for granted.
I have no idea what it is like to be a husband/father/soldier/bread-winner and not know if I will live a few more months or not.
But living this reality with him, I can achieve a close guess.
Likewise, he has no idea what it is like for me to be his caregiver/advocate/defender/wife either.
There are plenty of bystanders who bear witness to our world.
That is hardly my title.
Aside from the impossible, there are few of John’s burdens I don’t share or carry.
Few of his wounds that I don’t bleed from too.
I am in this trench, sleepless and under fire with him.
And it’s recognizing this reality between us that gets us through the every day trauma of brain cancer.
Together we minister to each others’ worries and pains, hold each other tight and pour love over each other, in every way we know how.
It keeps our marriage alive.
After all, what is marriage but best friends loving each other.
You don’t think brain cancer changes that, do you?
He’s feeling better on the new treatment right now.
We have hope.
Filed under Glioblastoma
Every moment is a deep breath and a step forward.
Everything stripped to its simplicity.
A rebirth with each raw heartbeat.
And still…
There is only Love.
—
Written 08-03-2016, 2:57pm
Copyright © 2016 by Julia Meek Chambers, all rights reserved.
Filed under Glioblastoma, Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writing
A few nights ago I had this dream that I was approached by vampires.
We can cure your husband, they said.
We’re really the only cure for cancer there is.
All your husband’s knowledge, all his skills, all the things that he knows that nobody else knows…
These things can live on.
They can be preserved.
We can save your husband.
And in my dream, my husband thinks hey – that’s a great idea!
What a great solution, he says. It’ll save my life, he says.
And I have an absolute fit.
I say – giving up now
to DIE
and become a VAMPIRE
is QUITTING!
And he says, no it will save me.
And it’s not like you and the kids have to do it, it would just be for me.
I will be saved and we can still be a family. You don’t have to become a vampire too.
And I say – if you don’t have the willpower to keep fighting
and keep LIVING NOW,
and you’re going to give up
and become a VAMPIRE
and be DEAD –NOW-,
what makes you think you’re going to have any willpower not to turn me or the kids in vampires too?
What makes you think you’re going to be able to control your new vampire personality traits?
You have a hard enough time getting through cancer treatment and controlling your cancer personality traits as it is.
I WAS SUPER UPSET!
And I woke up at some point because John had to get up in the night. Quite exhausted from all of my dream arguing.
And when I went back to sleep I continued to dream about insurance paperwork.
Then the next night, I dreamed that there was a trial where wives and husbands we’re donating their blood to help with some kind of research to benefit their husbands and wives who had glioblastoma. By comparing the blood from life partners they hoped to come up with something that would help cancer patients. Because in theory, they spend the most time together and live biologically similar lives. So study the partners and look for a connection.
So of course there were tons of us who were like – SURE!
Take some of my blood already!
I’ll do whatever you need to help save my husband, wife, lover.
And so I said yes.
I filled out paperwork and was brought into a little room where they’re going to take my blood and start running tests.
They bring me in, close the door, and they forget that I’m there.
And after a while of waiting I realized that everyone has left the building, and I am locked in this room and no one has noticed.
It all seems like some kind of cruel joke.
Another time I dreamed that without John, I couldn’t protect my children from being kidnapped. Crazy right?
Then there was the dream about John being in his last days.
And friends said they would come over for a visit, share a meal with me and see how he and I were doing.
Several people wanted to come around lunchtime or dinner time, so I made plans and got the house ready, prepared food for everybody and got ready for company.
But it turned out that everyone was too busy, and had their own things to worry about.
So no one came or let me know that they couldn’t come after all.
And I waited and waited after making all that food. Then John said I was silly, and wasted my time.
And I said, but I’m trying so hard to do this right.
…
The reality of GBM messes with your head enough while you’re awake.
And I’m only the wife of the survivor.
It’s a nightmare of a cancer, boggling the mind as to how it can even exist.
There’s too much to do.
I don’t need it eating up my sleep too.
Filed under Glioblastoma
Dealing with grief and trauma…
It’s like handling an onion.
Cut back a layer, more tears.
More “lessons.”
More insight.
New “weaknesses.”
New strength that takes you awhile to recognize.
Sometimes it feels like multiple events chain together.
What I can tell you is that you must invest in more than the “big” things.
You must invest in little moments and little successes.
Humans desperately need to be of service.
They need to be of value.
They need to make a difference.
Life must have a meaning.
And they need more than just a few micro joys.
That is what offsets our darkness.
If there are not enough investments into the bank account of our positive experiences, when the negative and the demanding experiences come (and they always will), we risk overdraft.
There’s not enough positive to offset the negative.
It hurts our psyche. And then it gets taken out of our very organs and cells to try to compensate.
Even when you don’t feel like it, it’s important to invest in the tiny Joys that life can offer.
Find something different. Find something soul feeding for you.
Invest your time with your family. You never know when that’s going to change.
And you don’t want to feel like you ever missed out.
Even when you don’t feel like it, be your own fairy god mother and grant yourself a wish.
Put yourself to bed.
Nurture and reassure the hurting child inside.
Don’t be afraid to talk it out with a counselor. It’s not always appropriate to use family or friends to talk it out with.
Lean on your spiritual beliefs and look for answers in the little things.
Not sure what you believe? Then begin a pilgrimage to find that.
Take it slow and savor each moment.
Much love. You can do this.
Last thing: write a letter.
Get out everything you want to say, and maybe don’t know yet that you do.
It’s not for others to see. You can even burn it later. But say in that letter everything you wish you could out loud.
I promise it helps.
::hugs::
Filed under Artist Information & Notes
It’s like all the worst possible challenges you can imagine.
Mixed up with experiencing (mostly) the best possible of people.
And we’re just along for the ride.
I have no idea where we’re going.
I just hang on to John.
Take the next step and breathe.
1:44am
April 10, 2016
Filed under Random Thoughts, Writing
The gap amplifies.
Dear God.
I fear I falter.
April 2, 2016
1:08am
Filed under Artist Information & Notes
The surgeon from the ER is straight and practical about telling us what we face.
John wasn’t having a stroke.
I learn new words. Glioblastoma multiform, grade 4.
His brain cancer surgery is scheduled for this Friday morning.
It hurts so bad right now.
I tried to sleep some. But can’t sleep long.
I’ve had about 5.5 hours of sleep in 3 days.
One of our retired law-enforcement friends says it’s the adrenaline. And that it will run out.
And I know this.
I’m not trying to stay awake. I’m just stuck there.
I’m still in shock.
I still want to wake up.
Now. Please.
John’s my rock. And he’s in grave danger.
With everything I believe about energy and faith. I don’t know how to be right now.
I have to balance between being positive and being ready.
And there’s no peace in any of it.
There’s so much work to do. So many legal and financial things.
Things I have no idea how to begin.
Why do we do this? Why do we make the system so painful?
It’s been almost 10 years since John came home from his last overseas deployment.
It was just in time, because I was falling apart.
I was afraid to be alone, because of my emotional state.
The gaping hole that simply his absence created in me.
I was not afraid for his life. He’s the most capable man I know.
It was the whole feeling of him being disconnected from me.
Not being able to pick up the phone. Not knowing where he was.
Always waiting for a call in the middle of the night. Maybe.
And I carried a gaping, oozing wound with me everywhere.
No matter how ok I was, I wasn’t. Because my life was constantly seeping from me.
My other half was gone, and the hole in my side would not close.
People were sometimes bewildered as to why I was so deeply affected in that way.
So was I. It was so horrible. Long deployments are not kind.
And until that time, I had no idea how tied together John and I are.
Tough, down to earth people. We’ve faced so much hardship together.
Things most people never face. And never will.
All my greatest fears of losing this wonderful family of mine were faced back then.
I thought.
And then John went through it with me 2.5 years ago when I developed a blood clot from my ankle surgery.
And he fell apart having to face his fear of me dying. Because his adopted sister died of a blood clot.
And now, I wonder if it was all to help prepare me/us instead. Like did God plan this all along.
And I don’t want that to take hold in me, because I don’t want to somehow manifest something I don’t wish.
I have poured out my soul in this.
I put a general announcement out to the worlds we’ve been a part of. College, the Texas Guard, my spiritual groups, my crochet friends.
John’s name has been added to many prayer lists at churches around the world, thanks to connections we’ve gathered over time.
And I hope for many more.
Hundreds of people are praying and sending Reiki and doing energy work on him right now. On us.
I know I’m alive because of prayer and positive will from communities and friends.
I know I’ve experienced many miracles.
But the only thing so dark as this that I’ve ever experienced before was nearly losing my son in the womb.
Those 8-9 weeks we didn’t know if our son would live or die.
The night I hemorrhaged, and prepared myself to lose my baby, I suddenly heard a voice that guided me then.
“Mommy, don’t give up on me.”
It was clear as day, out of nowhere.
One of the most profoundly spiritual things I’ve ever experienced.
From that point on, no matter how much doctors told me that I wasn’t facing reality and needed to prepare….
I knew my unborn son was alive.
It carried me through the face of so much medical disbelief.
I so desperately want to hear a voice right now.
Filed under Friends and Family, Writing
As my kids grow older
and transition into adulthood,
I am ever grateful for 5 little words.
“Mom, I need a hug.”
—
02/10/2016
9:23 am
Filed under Poetry, Random Thoughts, Writing
I cannot believe… I’ve never seen this video before.
Someone shared it over at The Crochet Liberation Front Ravelry Group.
I think it’s absolutely HILARIOUS!
And that its satire also reveals some points, if anyone’s listening…
Filed under Crochet Community, Humor
The message that daily consumes my very be-ing.
In every deed and every thing,
let not my life be a waste.
Let not my actions be careless.
Let me live as love and shine as light.
Kindness ever guiding me.
It is how I honor my family and elders.
It is how I heal my wounds.
It is how I speak when my words are stuck.
And when no one understands.
Yet there is an abyss, that once drawn, even a star cannot escape.
Written 01-21-2016, 12:56am
Copyright © 2016 by Julia Meek Chambers, all rights reserved.
Filed under Writing
The kind where you just don’t feel right.
Like something’s afoot, but you can’t figure out what.
You wonder if it’s just the weather, or the food you ate, or Mercury’s retrograde.
But it’s not. There’s something else.
Like the world is holding its breath, waiting for an unknown shoe to drop.
That’s the kind of feeling weighing on me tonight.
Stay safe out there.
xoxoxo
Filed under Random Thoughts
For my last post of the month, I felt I had to address something.
And that’s the explosion of traffic that just manifested in my blog stats the last two days.
There has been more traffic yesterday and today – individually – than any other day of traffic in the history of my blog.
I wish I could say it’s because I’m a rad crochet personality. But that’s not why yesterday and today’s stats have each broken all other traffic records in a single day on my blog.
The last “all in a day” record? Yeah, that was back in fall 2011 when we had the Cama Beach Crochet Retreat and I posted all those photos during the week. In fact since I posted every day of the retreat as well as during my extra few days stay afterward, the entire week had high traffic stats. So did the video I made (in summer 2011) from the 2010 crochet retreat too.
Makes sense.
And a close 2nd was my article in summer 2012 about The US Olympics Committee bungle with Ravelry.
Again, makes sense. Crochet, crochet, crochet. Check.
And while it hasn’t broken a record for hits in a single day, the absolute #1 post on my blog is my 2011 post on “What Does Frogging Mean?”
So what is it that’s breaking all the records this week, two days in a row? And ain’t over yet? (Vast majority of traffic from the US too.)
Tape Ball.
Yep, it’s my article from last year’s NaBloPoMo about the game Tape Ball, aka Candy Ball. The simple but fun game played with a large ball that’s made with cling wrap/plastic wrap, leftover wrapping paper, candy, prizes, underwear, a sense of humor and a lot of shenanigans.
My phone keeps going off – “Your stats are booming!!!”
Guess I’m glad that I took my time and compiled a complete how-to last year. To be honest, I did it so I could have something to go back and reference for myself. And at least for now it’s turned into a record-breaking post.
In addition, oddly, my 2011 story about accidentally making butter in my Ninja blender when I was trying to make whipped cream for Thanksgiving has also been getting an unusual amount of attention the last two days too. The 4th most popular post on my blog, incidentally. Either a lot of people accidentally screwed up their Thanksgiving desserts, or someone’s trying to get back to their old-fashioned roots – with power kitchen tools.
Gee, you know thinking about it – that’s an awful lot of blog popularity all written back in 2011 right there.
Does that mean I was a better writer then?
I don’t know, but in either case, I predict that this holiday season will be a lot more fun for some strange reason.
And I want pics.
Filed under 'Tis the Season, NaBloPoMo
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