Blogs can be so different and yet each one is interesting because it reflects the style and personality of the creator.
Like a hat, they come in a rainbow of colors and can be loud and exuberant or small and quiet.
Blogs take a certain amount of guts to write because with each word or picture the writer is leaving themselves open and exposed to any amount of criticism or negativity. Just like wearing a hat with a big bow. A giant bow shaped like your heart.
Sometimes no comment can leave you wondering what you said or maybe didn't say.
The silence can be deafening to someone with low self esteem...should they change this or that?
Maybe they are too dull or boring?
Maybe it's all been said by someone else in a much better Blog with clearer pictures and newer thesaurus?
Or maybe they don't have time to say hi...maybe the code for the robot bloggers has them perplexed?
Sometimes it seems easier on my second or third try.
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hello Blog reading robots !!!
Glad you stopped by!
Are there lots of robots reading Blogs on their automated lunch breaks?
I wish they could comment on mine sometimes.
Maybe I should try to return each and every email after each and every comment?
I know how much I appreciate the time it takes to actually leave a comment but maybe that is what I am doing wrong?
Maybe by not returning the time, by stopping back at the reader's Blog, I am committing some Blogging Sin and shall never be forgiven and will be in Blogger Hell forever? I am not sure that I get it.
If I only emailed, eventually I wouldn't have time to make anything and then what would I write about? I could show other peoples stuff, maybe?
I write and cross my fingers and hope and wish and try and try...
Maybe Blogs are like potato chips and nobody can read just one?
Skipping from Blog to Blog like dominoes falling into the rabbit hole.
How did I get here?
Where am I?
What kind of Blog is this?
Is this a fluffy Blog?
Full of yummy, sweet, cotton candy, that I will forget in moments after reading it?
Is it deep and substantial, like a Russian novel, able to make me think and emote and feel?
Is it young and inexperienced?
Old and unsure?
Does this Blogger love their Blog? Can you tell by the time they spend fixing it up? Do they know how to make a banner? Is it too difficult to learn? (Time. It's always the time or lack of it!)
Do they think about their Blog all the time, taking pictures for it and writing prose while daydreaming at noon or dinner at night?
Do they want lots of people to read it and comment or did they disable the comment box altogether, deciding they would rather keep it quiet?
Brave, they are.
Smart too- I was just at a Blog that had so many lovely images that I, too, loved and wanted to say- "hey! I really dig that !"- and couldn't because there was no place to comment.
What reverse psychology!!
Brilliant!!

How elegant.
How mature.
To be able to put it out there, let it go and turn away and not care if anyone has read it, or agreed, or likes them.
Does the Blog writer provide links?
Do they want to have you leave, and possibly forget to return to comment?
Do all Blogs get lots of comments or are the double digits only for the famous, successful, well read Blogs?
Is this like High School?
Do I feel somehow less successful because I have less than 10 comments or is it because I write too often.
Maybe I should just stop and wait a week or two between each post?
Maybe.
Sometimes I wonder.
Why am I doing this?
Because I want friends?
Because I am lonely?
Because I need a family?
Because I have to share my arts & crafts or I will lose my mind all together?
Crazy Calamity Caught Cutting Crepe Continuously Cackling!!!
Do I show you my real hat?
You would be surprised to know how quiet I am.
Shy.
Introspective.
Thinking deep and meaningful thoughts.
Do I come across that way?
Can you see me?
The real Calamity that needs to hear what a good girl she is.
That wants you to be proud of her.
That needs just a moment of your attention before she goes back to her needles and threads.
Did I make you happy?
Do you like my hat?
Does it make my head look too big?
I think each project could be better-
I could have spent more time...
If only I...
Maybe...
What if?
Doubt is like the wind, just gusting up in a gale and blowing your hat clean off your head!!!
Down the road and into a puddle.
That's the Calamity.
Again.
Spilled.
Burned.
Torn.
Bruised.
Thrown away.
Unloved.
Unwanted.
Unread.
Is there anything sadder than that feeling?
Looking over at all the kids huddled around the pretty Blogs with their fashionable colors.
Their new spring hats.
Mine are so dark and old.
Why even worry?
Why even let it touch my tired forlorn heart?
There is something about being able to do this thing- to write and create a corner of the world to shine and say hey- look at me!!!
To become known in a bottomless abyss of Blogs with so much to say is extraordinary!
To have any one find you at all in this world-Wide Web- more or less comment is amazing!
To know that I have given one person the incentive to create something or spend money on supplies they may never use is enough!
Right?
Hello?
Did you hear what I meant?
Did I say it clearly?
Did you know that this is a dialog between us and I am talking to you and I want you to talk to me too?
Don't think for one second that I don't care, that I am any different than you.
Looking down at my hands wondering how I will fill them and my heart today?
That's why I stay busy.
That's why I keep trying on the different hats.
Hats in this post are by the super talented and anything but : "Boring, Sydney" at ETSY. Go check her out and get your own hat!
I think I need a nap.
Or maybe a cup of tea.
hello?
Thank you to all my friends and constant readers- you guys make my day and I appreciate you very much.
The other mice in the corners (thank you Jude) can come out and say hi.
It's OK, really.
I want to say thanks for your time.
Now pass the paper towels, I just spilled more glitter!
I am just like you- only messier!