Arne & Carlos socks
Recently, I have missed blogging. I didn't miss it for quite a long time, and in fact I am surprised by the fact I think it might be nice to make a return. I miss taking photos on a camera rather than a phone, observing the world with a view to writing about it, writing about it without a view to it being published in a book or article, the pleasure of freewheeling thoughts and words and connections without dates, makers, references, looking things up. All the things, in fact, which made blogging such a revelation when I first started in 2005 after wading through a year of a PhD and getting horribly stuck in the novels of Charles Dickens.
In the meantime, though, blogs and blogging have been through so many cycles and changes that I don't even know if individuals are still blogging for the fun of it and in order to record, organise and share their thoughts, ideas, creations. Although every business and corporate entity now seems to have a dreary blog, I sense a little spark of creativity and individuality returning to the blogging world with people re-realising just how liberating and exciting a personal blog can be.
So I'll have another go, as I've still got stuff I want to say and for which I've missed having an outlet. Wildflowers and railways, French and Maigret, domesticity and stained glass. And always family, making things, books and rock buns.