I know from reading comments that some of you already know my friend Marlene from over at „In Search Of It All“, so this is mainly for those, who haven’t had the pleasure yet to meet her here on WordPress.
Marlene is really one of those bloggers whom I always look forward to to read because I never know what she might come up with next. 🙂
It might be some lovely childhood memories – about which she writes just beautifully so that you feel like you’ve been there as well – or about one of her many creative projects, of which the art of quilting takes a big part.
And then there’s the thing we both love tremendously – books.
In this post I’m going to reblog and share with you, she writes about two of the blogs she follows, (and which I also follow 😉 ), naming Dr. French and Jennie, and about leaving a comment on the former’s blog (she embedded a link in her post and I urge you to follow it and read it) that she didn’t intend to publish but accidentally did.
Which turned out to be one of the best mistakes she could have made, because it started a wonderful conversation on her blog as well as on the others!
It’s an honest and beautiful comment and exactly what blogging should be all about.
And if you’re anything like me, you’re going to love her photos of her overflowing bookshelves! 🙂
I have a hard time with certain blogs I visit. I also have difficulty with groups I belong to when it comes to discussing childhood activities.
I was never really a child. I sometimes think I was born old in a tiny body. Well, not so tiny, actually. Does 13 pounds qualify as an infant?
Dr. French often asks questions on his blog and I really want to answer. Especially since he has been so kind and encouraging of my continuing to write my drivel. Most of the time I click the like button and disappear. This time, I wrote a comment, copied it to a word document that I keep for unpublished comments and began to delete the comment from his post. I hit send instead. You can read the drivel I left here.
Another blog that makes it hard for me but I usually gush over even…
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