Something I must tell you: I was advised to become a blogger.
“It’s great for marketing,” my business mentor encouraged.
The truth is, I’d rather become a clogger than a blogger. Even if I had to wear funny socks and clunky shoes.
The reason is that I usually end up embarrassing myself when I do things to “put on airs”, as my mother would say. And writing something to build interest in myself, my art, designs and products sure feels like “putting on airs”.
I’m going ahead with it anyway just to see what happens. (And because my business mentor scares me just a little.) Plus, by now there isn’t much I can do to further embarrass myself. I’ve done the false eyelash falling off at a party, the toilet paper stuck on the shoe, (PLUS the toilet seat cover tucked into the back of my pants!) and the dazed “deer in the headlights” expression on national television. And that is just the tip of the iceberg lettuce on my teeth. I’m sure I could come up with a “101 ways to embarrass yourself without even trying” list, and give personal examples for each item on the list.
So, I’m not going to attempt to impress anyone, or pretend to know more than I really do. I’m just going to be me and share fun things that I discover and silly thoughts that I have and art that I create.
It will probably feel really awkward for awhile, like dancing in clunky shoes.