I bought myself this gorgeous bunch of flowers yesterday as it seemed like a perfectly delicious indulgence on a rather dull, cold, grey Monday in March. They landed in the supermarket trolley in amongst the groceries, and as I wandered up and down the aisles I kept glancing down and beaming a smile at those beautiful blooms. Pale pink tulips, deep purple and pink anemones and the most ridiculously pretty ranunculus.
Over the years that I've been writing my blog, I must have shared a tonne of flowery photographs here on this page. Flowers are a constant source of inspiration and pure delight and although I now have the Diva Kitty to contend with, it hasn't put me off having a parade of blooms in the Attic.
I have to say these ones are particularly spectacular - it's not often that we see ranunculus as a cut flower here in the UK, but they are one of my most favourite flowers (oh do go > h e r e < and feast your eyes on a great deal of ranunculus gorgeousness!). I love how the flowers look like they've had the edges of their petals decorated with coloured pens.
A few days ago on Sunday 12th March, my blog became nine years old. Blog Birthday's are funny things - they are a curious mix of everything and nothing, and although I feel this day quite deeply right down in the depths of my soul, I doubt it means very much to anyone else. I find myself quite emotional about the whole thing, overcome with a gratitude for this blogging malarkey that has quite literally changed the course of my life and given me so, so much. I dearly love this precious online diary I've created. I love the amazing community we are part of, the overwhelming kindness, friendship and empathy that exists between us all. Isn't it just the Very Best Thing Ever??!!
Of course, this post wasn't really meant to be about flowers, it was meant to be about gratitude and celebration. But sometimes words don't come so easy, and the feelings are just too much to capture and write about. So flowers seemed like a rather lovely visual way to say how happy my blog makes me feel.
I often get asked whether my blog ever feels like a pressure, a responsibility, and the answer is always no. No-no-no. I have discovered over the years that I need this space, and that writing my blog gives me a creative way to relieve myself of all that streams into my brain on a daily basis. The sharing process allows me to feel free, and it is a priceless feeling indeed. The fact that I can involve you (yes you!) in the process and that you do seem to like reading about my ideas, inspirations, memories, feelings and thoughts is just fabulous. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your visits here to the Attic, it means the world to me.
I've blogged for nine years, which is 108 months of creative blurb.
I've shared 64 crochet tutorials.
I've written 1,209 posts (just imagine the word count!!)
You have written 107,832 comments to me, and I've read and appreciated every single one of them.
So here I am, stepping delightedly into my tenth blogging year, and I am so, so happy to be here still. What a wonderful thought that is! Thank you for journeying along with me..