I often find my self suffering from blog envy or, more specifically, envy of the crafty-antiquey-bakey-homemadey stuff I see in blogs.
You see in my mind I am that girl, the one who crafts, and writes, and reads, and L.I.V.E.S. everyday like life is some sort of carnival and I'm queen of the parade.
And I like to craft, and antique, and bake (ok that's a lie, unless you count the cookies that you just break apart and set on the cookie sheet because I can bake the shit out of those), and do homemade things.
I'm inherently lazy. I mean there are lots of things I like to do (in theory). Things like knit, and open an etsy shop, and find a job I can do from home AND make enough money to pay the bills, and run.
But...my hands hurt when I try to knit.
Etsy already has ten thousand of any idea I've ever had (and they are all way cuter than anything I could make).
I was an English Major, which means that my second degree gave me the skills I needed to get a job, but somehow teaching from my living room isn't shaping up to be that million dollar work-from-home idea.
The idea of shopping for a sports bra hardy enough to reign in the girls is too overwhelming for words.
So until then I'll continue to read blogs and drool over the craft rooms, and gorgeously wrapped presents, and lovely re-purposed furniture that someone just happened to find in an old barn. And I'll work on small projects and dream of the day when my niece won't need a play room and I can turn it into a crafting mecca....