One of the odd consequences of having a blog and writing somewhat regulalry,
is how often I find myself thinking,
"better finish this before Tuesday so I have something to say."
"better finish this before Tuesday so I have something to say."
It's pretty funny, when I think about it that way,
as I never ever know what I'm going to say until I start to write --
even if I've already uploaded some photos,
which is part of the fun.
But still, the feeling lurks
that one should never talk about an idea
or show images of a project
until they are complete--
have lived up to their promise
or are deemed decent enough to actually share with the world--
(too hideously embarrassing to have gone public with something that turned out badly).
as I never ever know what I'm going to say until I start to write --
even if I've already uploaded some photos,
which is part of the fun.
But still, the feeling lurks
that one should never talk about an idea
or show images of a project
until they are complete--
have lived up to their promise
or are deemed decent enough to actually share with the world--
(too hideously embarrassing to have gone public with something that turned out badly).
Except that the original definition of a blog is "web log" -- is it not--
a kind of public/ private diary where ideas unfold?
And it's not as though I haven't blogged
(can't believe I'm using this verb... I used to scoff at it),
mid-project before, so I'm clearly not wedded to the modesty thing.
But nonetheless, to be caught mid-project seems a little off--
a kind of public/ private diary where ideas unfold?
And it's not as though I haven't blogged
(can't believe I'm using this verb... I used to scoff at it),
mid-project before, so I'm clearly not wedded to the modesty thing.
But nonetheless, to be caught mid-project seems a little off--
the maker equivalent of not leaving the house without makeup,
or wearing undies without holes in case you are in an accident,
or checking your teeth in the rear view mirror to make sure there are no hunks of kale blackening your gums when you smile at that important meeting you're about to attend.
or wearing undies without holes in case you are in an accident,
or checking your teeth in the rear view mirror to make sure there are no hunks of kale blackening your gums when you smile at that important meeting you're about to attend.
But I've only worn makeup about twice in my life and then for a play,
so that analogy might not be not the best
(is there a hyphen in make-up or is it one word? My spell checker likes both, alas).
And the ripped undie thing never really works for me as I invariably get attached beyond the point of decency:
"-- if I wear leggings with this pair, they won't fall down..."
so that analogy might not be not the best
(is there a hyphen in make-up or is it one word? My spell checker likes both, alas).
And the ripped undie thing never really works for me as I invariably get attached beyond the point of decency:
"-- if I wear leggings with this pair, they won't fall down..."
And the salad thing?
Well, since I live in town and usually walk places rather than drive,
there is rarely a handy mirror with which to check.
I must, therefor, rely on my friends:
"Sarah -- there is a bit of something greenish stuck between your teeth ...
no, not there, a little to the right... almost....a little more... got it."
Well, since I live in town and usually walk places rather than drive,
there is rarely a handy mirror with which to check.
I must, therefor, rely on my friends:
"Sarah -- there is a bit of something greenish stuck between your teeth ...
no, not there, a little to the right... almost....a little more... got it."
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So friends -- the grey buttons or the black?
Or some other color entirely?
Or some other color entirely?
