When I was in the 8 or 9-ish, I was tasked with the exciting responsibility of hatching a small Tamagotchi egg into a yittle-bity virtual baby. This little baby needed to be fed, played with, and tended to (ie excrement cleared) in order to develop into a full-grown (but still small) digital creature (and not one of any genus I recognized from science class). 20 whole pixels of cuteness to call my very own.
Eventually, I lost interest.
Probably because I was busy
stealing gathering supplies to build half a brick playhouse. And killing a big patch of my nana’s grass.
Then, when I was 24 or 25ish…. I had a blog. The very thing you’re reading now! I also had some pretty big aspirations for the kind of content I wanted to produce for this blog. It was a crazy year — I was slowly growing as a photographer, and even more slowly trying to get comfortable with the idea of publishing my creative projects on the interwebs. Oh. And I had also just moved (by myself) to the other corner of the planet.
I wrote and snapped and wrote… I fell behind my strict posting schedule, but I had a living to make and temptations of offline activities to lure me away from the glow of my laptop. Throughout that year my content evolved with me as I experienced new things. Lived a little.
In hindsight, I’ll say my year of travels was about taking the time to learn more about myself and figure out WHAT it is I loved to do… which turned out to be – creating all kinds of stuff, all the time. And now to continue doing just that: working out the kinks of starting your own bidniz and creating stuff just because. In efforts to turn this evolution thing into a tradition, I’m now going to start using this blog as a way to share a hodge-podge of creations – sewing, DIY, photography, design, etc.
For now, at least.
To kick it off, I’ll leave you with the easiest DIY that made my summer uniform:
Riveting, right? This outfit could also prove to be a solid choice when counseling summer camps or preventing forrest fires. Me? I just wear it to the coffee shop or when I walk-hike the Greenbelt. Turning old jeans into cutoffs isn’t exactly groundbreaking in the way of ideas, but you better believe I can get down with anything that expands my wardrobe without spending any pesos. Yew!