Cedar Hill Farmhouse (formerly Cedar Hill Ranch) the blog, has been here now for a full year on March 8, 2012. I can’t believe it has been that long since I wrote my first post.
|Back Porch Redo, click here|
I included photos and links to some of my favorite posts as I look back on this fun year.
Here’s how it all began for me. I had been doing a lot of writing and photography for a local furniture store, and decided I really enjoyed the creative outlet. I wanted my own place to write, where I had the final say about what went into the article. I suppose every creative person needs such an place, where they call the shots. My friend, Peggy, whom I mention often, really encouraged me to start my own blog. Her daughter has a blog, and I thought, why not? I wondered how long I could go until I ran out of material. Turns out, the answer is… quite a long time.
I found out later that pretty much everyone has a blog. Frankly, I’m shocked my collie doesn’t have one yet.
If you can’t tell, she is standing in a field of bluebonnets that haven’t bloomed yet. I just took that photo about a week ago, so I can’t wait to share photos when our bluebonnets finally bloom!! But back to my story.
I remember looking at my blog stats in those early weeks, and the pageviews each day seemed to only include my own personal views of the blog. That confirmed that I was pretty much the only reader of Cedar Hill Ranch, besides Peggy of course. Would I ever have any REAL readers, I mean besides Peggy? I had a few comments here and there, which excited me to no end, but of course, just from Peggy.
|Caroline’s house, click here|
Then I got my first comment that wasn’t from my friend Peggy. I was over the moon that a reader I didn’t even know had posted a comment. But there was something familiar about the comment. I couldn’t shake the thought that the person writing the comment knew me. Later I found out that my friend Caroline had written it, but she has posted it as anonymous, so I didn’t know at the time, it was her. Later, she asked if I had figured out it was from her. I kinda had. Again, I appreciated Caroline’s support, but when was someone I didn’t know going to find my blog on the web? The good news was that now I was up to three readers, if I included myself, which I did!!
|Round Top Antique Show, click here|
Then I went to the Round Top Antique Show with my camera, and my friend Peggy. It felt akward carrying a camera, but I did. Based on the fabulous photos on the other blogs, I could see that my phone camera was not going to cut it. While in Round Top, we stopped in at the Texas Rose, one of the many antique venues on 237. I ran into another blogger there who was also taking photos. Peggy asked her is she was a blogger. Really? Peggy, just because there is someone within 5 feet of us, does not require us to start up a conversation with said person.
At this point, I didn’t want to talk about blogging, since I wasn’t sure I really was one, yet. This sweet lady said in a sad voice that she was indeed a blogger, and that she was taking photos for her blog, but what was the point, since she only had 3 readers. (Just like me, I thought.) I wondered just how long she had been blogging, and if I would have that sad look a year from now, taking photos for non-existent readers. Would I EVER have more than 3? I was a little embarrassed to tell her or anyone at that point that I too was a blogger, since I felt REAL BLOGGER = SOMEONE W/ < 100 READERS. I smiled, and kept the conversation on her. But my friend Peggy, just couldn’t contain her excitement, and announced that I too was a blogger. She said, “Oh, my friend, Anita,” (STANDING RIGHT THERE TO MY IMMEDIATE RIGHT, HELLO, DOES EVERYONE SEE HER????) “is also a blogger!!”
I was horrified. She had said it OUT LOUD, where people could hear her! I was ready to crawl under a table, right then and there. (I silently thought, “Please don’t ask how many readers I have, please!”) I tried to smile, but I think it looked more like a smirk. I know Peggy was trying to be supportive, and she really was proud of me, but I was mortified. This is exactly the kind of thing my mother would have done. You know when your mother says something in public to show how proud she is of you, but she’s trying a little too hard, so that you end up looking like a pathetic failure? Yup, that’s how I felt.
|My friend Leslie’s house, click here|
Caroline sometimes asks me, “Are you STILL doing that blogging thing? I would have thought you would have run out of stuff to post about by now.” Oh Caroline, you have NO IDEA!! (Insert maniacal laugh here.) Thinking up this stuff is what we decor bloggers do for fun, so there is always another idea floating around.
So, I’m made it a whole year. The reason I am still here is plain and simple, BECAUSE OF YOU. I love the friendships I have made here, and the wonderful support. It truly is a blessing to meet up here, and know that there are other people who share my love of design. Before I was a blogger, I had no one to talk to about my projects (except Peggy and Caroline of course.) I got tired of telling most of my friends, since I think there reaction was, aren’t you DONE with your house by now? But my blog friends (bloggers and blog readers alike) understand that I will never be done with my house (because they are the same way.)
|Silver with a Past, click here|
I really want to say thank you for sharing the ride with me. If no one read this blog but me, I wouldn’t still be blogging. Your comments and pageviews (even if you don’t leave a comment) encourage me so much.
There are so many incredibly talented bloggers out there, and I am so honored be in their company. I love knowing such fun and creative women.
So as my blogiversary festivities begin, which so far, just includes writing this post, I am raising my glass (metaphorically speaking that is) to you. (Oh and thanks Peggy for believing in me.)
I selected won’t you celebrate with me as my poem for today. As I am trying to be more careful observing copyrights, (more on that later) rather than including the poem in its entirety, I am simply including a link to the poem, which just happens to be on my favorite poetry site, The Poetry Foundation.