So, I had a feeling it was around this time of year I first started blogging, and have been meaning to check the exact date for a few days now. I finally got round to it this afternoon, and what do you know, it's my blog-birthday. On this day exactly three years ago, I popped my posting cherry. It wasn't ground-breaking stuff (things you might have learned: my dad is clever, I'm afraid of moths, I'd like to have a butler one day), but I like to think it's improved and we've had some fun along the way.
I'm working on a few plans for the future right now - some changes, a little revamping, maybe some new features - so it seems like a good time to be taking stock of everything that's gone before.
Like fancy feathers.
And DIY sticky-tape.
Then there was that time I went digital.
And mixed up some stamping and stitching.
We made this . . .
this . . .
I celebrated with royalty.
And with rabbits.
I've shared a bunch of fun tutorials.
And some printable downloads.
(Not all of them festive.)
We've shared a few adventures.
And I've even introduced you to some of my friends.
It's been quite a ride, and a good chunk of that is down to you. Whether you've been around since my wanting-a-butler era, or are here for the first time today, I'm both grateful and very glad to see you. Have a piece of birthday cake won't you, and let's see what happens between now and the end of year four.
My mister isn't taking part in Movember this year (he's from Liverpool - Harry Enfield ruined moustaches for his people), but I have a couple of friends who are. This is just a small tribute to their bristly self-sacrifice, and the matching rashes of their womenfolk.
May you all be blessed with bushy mo's, much sponsorship and plenty of soothing aloe vera gel.
So, yesterday I briefly mentioned Julie and her month-in-numbers project, and while I cheated my way out of joining in this time around, I am leaping on board another of her blog-feature buses. If you haven't caught any of the Purple Phase colour posts over the last few weeks, you can catch up with them here at Notes on Paper.
Julie and I have history when it comes to colours I don't like. Her mission to make me like yellow was a success of fairly epic proportions. Whether she and purple will win me over quite so successfully remains to be seen, but in the spirit of keeping an open mind, I'm currently working on a couple of purple projects ready to share in the next couple of weeks.
I did think it might be a first for me, but a quick check of some old Flickr images would suggest that's not quite true.
The shades are varied, the colour combos even more so, but when it comes to purple, there's little doubting I am not a total greenhorn.
I first switched on a Mac a little over 10 years ago, and it's true what they say - you never go back. An iMac, an eMac, an iBook and a MacBook later, I'm still smitten, and it's for good. I'm not lucky enough to own an iPhone or an iPad, although I do go to sleep most nights listening to my old Classic iPod, but without question, I know my life and more especially my work has been made richer by Apple.
As Twitter chorused yesterday, thank you Steve. That's quite some legacy you've left behind.
I have a couple of speedy things to share with you before the Friday night partying kicks off in earnest. (And no arguing - cauliflower cheese and a Michael Frayn paperback definitely counts as partying.)
First of all, the GIRL planner I mentioned a couple of weeks ago is now finished, printed and ready to drop into your Etsy cart, should the fancy take you. The CustomPlanners shop is here, and you can also find a little competition over at the blog.
Which is a nice, neat, tied-up-with-a-ribbon segue into second of all - the winner of the 1000th comment giveaway posted here at the start of the week. Congratulations to Camilla Corrêa! I'll be in touch over the weekend, Camilla, so we can sort out the details of your Etsy gift certificate.
Thanks so much to everyone who entered - I especially loved that comments were scattered over such a wide range of posts. I'm planning to spend a few happy hours tomorrow posting replies and visiting blogs.
Considering the car trouble I'm currently having (yes, still), this is a very dangerous discovery.
It might just be the most beautiful car I've ever seen. Right now, offer me a Jaguar, a Mercedes, a Porsche, even a cooler-than-cool Alfa Romeo, and I'd very probably turn it down in favour of an Orla-fied Citroen (the stem-spot version, if you please).
I'm sort of hoping they don't have any hanging around when I drop our poor, sick Picasso off at the Citroen garage next week. If I see one in real life, I may just be forced to sell a kidney, rather than leave without it.