BPF's (my dear, dear bloggish people friends),
I wrote a book for you. And your friends. And all of the people you and I know who we wish were letting themselves spend lots of time making things.
If you've been reading here, you know I've been working on it for about a year and a half. And so here it is, friends. Please do go get it. It absolutely emerged out of five years worth of blog posts--writing to you all about all the goofy stuff I was making and the bigger and bigger thoughts that were flooding my head about how important it all is.
Sure, it's great to make handmade stuff. Absolutely fantastically great. I'd rather have my house full of stuff I've made than anything else. It makes me downright giddy sometimes when I look at the polyester-covered pillows on my sofa. (No lie.)
But it's also great for my insides--the best way to live I've stumbled upon yet: the hunting for supplies, risking a new idea, scribbling in tiny books about strange pillbox-shaped bags and stripey quilts. Then diving in and building something.
And the beauty of this last five years is that you, my wdt reader, have been listening, nodding, commenting, listening to me talk about it all.
You're really nice.
I do hope you'll grab a copy. Read it. Hand it off to a good friend.
And when you do, tell them it was written by a blogger who wrote it for you.