When I first started this blog in January two years ago, I felt horribly self-conscious. The internet is, like, massive. It's vast. It's huge. There are thousands of blogs, and possibly millions of websites and there I was, typing away on the keyboard of my rickety laptop, wondering if anyone was ever going to read anything I wrote. I mean, read it voluntarily and not because they were obliged to do so by the bonds of blood. Writing anything at all on the internet was like putting a message in a bottle and sending it off across the waves. You might watch it bobbing around for a bit but you have no idea if anyone will ever read what's inside.
Two years, several dozen blankets, quite a few patterns, a yarnpire, mermaids, the Bayeux Tapestry and a couple of dishcloths later, I feel like I'm not whispering in a large room, I'm talking to a very nice and kind group of people - that includes you. Yes, it does. Thank you very much for reading.
So Christmas greetings to everyone who celebrates, and I hope that those who don't are enjoying the calm of a quiet day. Special greetings to you if you've spent the day alone or are lonely: a virtual hug to bridge the vastness of the cyber-ocean.
I'm glad this bottle washed up on your shore.