My Blog Is Not a Stepford Wife

Sigh... Hello bloggers. I know, I know... it's been a LOOOONG while.  Let's have a photo reminder of how I feel about my blog right now:

So with that said, I am going to try this, "blogging on a regular basis," thing a try again and I'm going to try it with a new outlook.  The best CHA roomate EVER, aka Haley at The Zen of Making, and I were chatting up late one night at the most recent show in Anaheim.  I was telling her how when I do blog I always feel like I have to make something that's new, fresh and super-creative, have just the right photos, and things have to be JUST PERFECT.  That's when Haley said, "My blog is not a Stepford Wife."  She convinced me I needed to take a step back and not worry so much.  Just blog.  It doesn't need to be perfect.  I liked this sentiment and thought on it for a while.  So, with my new blog comes a new Art Journal that I'm going to not stress about either
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This is one of the new Dylusions Art Journal by Dyan Reavely for Ranger Ink.  Dyan demo'd an awesome video for me while I was there working for Craft Test Dummies and I was amazed at how fast she worked and didn't seem to care little stray blots of ink going here or there.  She was relaxed and creating beautiful things.  Why can't I do that?  Because I am my worst critic.  We all are.  My daughter's are now into Tim Holtz' products and were creating the othe day and my oldest said, "I'll never make things that look like mom's."  And it made me sad to hear that.  I love their art and creations.  But how many times have I said to myself, "I'll never make something that looks like Tammy Tutterow's or Jen McGuire's?"  Too many.  I need to start being happy with my own work and quit comparing it to everyone else.  So, here we go.  Next month is National Crafting Month and I have high hopes.  I can't promise I'll blog every day, or show you a shnazzy creation, but stop by for a chat.  We can at least talk about cheap, trashy and guilty reality TV gossip.  Like, can you BELIEVE that bitch Stassi on, "Vanderpump Rules?"  Ugh.  I can't stand her.