Look, I'm not saying this site feels old. I'm just saying that uploading my user icon and choosing my journal layout and looking at the lists of hex code colors in the theme that I could customize if I prioritized spending time with digital color swatches is flashing me back to ten years ago when LiveJournal was King. This seems very strange. Probably doubly so because I haven't written blog posts like this in about ten years either. Tumblr was never my blogging jam - it's gifsets and cooperative fanfic and buried news headlines, but it was never a blog for me in the way the LJ was a blog.

Strangely, going back to this format as a version of things that I post feels right to me? I dunno. A fair bit of the past couple of months, as wool festival season winds down and I can stew in all the new/old ideas that I've absorbed from farm booths, has been dedicated to re-imagining pieces of my life going backwards a bit. My parents haven't had a vegetable garden in years, but I spent the past weekend pulling raspberry vines out of the garden space for spring planting (dye plants AND vegetables!). I've officially started a natural dyeing journey? Practice? Discipline? (It's a long process once you get yourself started on the leafy stuff and not the packaged powders). Frankly, Captain Planet-esque catchphrases about reducing, reusing, and recycling have really picked up in volume and frequency.

It just seems appropos that, when I'm in this period of self reflection and metamorphosis, I return to something quite like what my formative years relied on to stretch out in the beginnings of personhood.


That, or I have been spending way too much time binge-listening to Nick Offerman's audiobooks. Dude has poetic phrasing that earworms its way into my brain.