I’m in the final stages of working with a designer to move my blog to a brighter, shinier, all-around-easier-to-use space next week. The changes won’t be anything too drastic. But I’m looking forward to this space getting something of a refresh.
As is usually the case with any project worth doing: the process of getting the site looking shiny and polished required more than a little mess-making first. In preparing for the shift, I’ve been spending a lot of time rifling through the archives. I’ve spent hours trying to make sense of my nonsensical taxonomy. I’ve retagged and recategorized and stopped myself from deleting the most heinously embarrassing early posts. For my organized little brain, the project’s been like my worst nightmare and my very best dream all wrapped into one.
January will mark seven years since I started this blog. My mid-twenties, my late-twenties, hell, my early-thirties, they’re all here. Of course there’s lots that I left out. (And some things that I wish that I had.) For what it’s worth: if you ever you need to be disabused of the notion that you’ve left your awkward youth behind you, just read through your old blog archive.
But despite some of the more obvious growing up that I think I’ve done, I’ve found some comfort, too in how things have stayed the same.
Seems to me that more or less every Septemeber of the last five, I’ve found myself taking walks to Red Hook and shooting photos of flowers and sidewalk cracks. I’m not sure what exactly compels me to make the journey. The change in the weather, maybe. The pull of the sea. The urge to get somewhere a little quieter. A little grittier.
Regardless, and for tradition’s sake: photos from Red Hook, this September.
Yay to new beginnings! I recently brushed up on my blog design as well and had to work through my archives in order to make the new categories (and WP) work. Pure gold, that´s what those long lost and forgotten posts are though I have only been blogging for four years compared to you! Good times 🙂
I can't wait to see the new design. I love the way you write and the simple things that you make beautiful.
I love every word. Fear not. We all have our "bed head" days in whatever field we're in.
Cool! Excited about the new blog. When we were in NYC recently my cousin took us wine tasting in Red Hook and it. was. amazing.
Lately, at the end of each day, I've been reading your archives like a book, starting from page one and reading a few pages every night. As a college student who aspires to work in the creative world, it's so wonderful to see your creative journey through the years and feel a part of it just by witnessing it (or reading about it at a much later date). I love the archives, and I would care to disagree that you ever revealed even a glimpse of awkward youth on this blog. I love coming to this space that is RMTL every morning, and I'm waiting for the day that you announce you need a summer intern, because believe me when I say I'll be the first one to apply! It would be a dream to work with you. Thanks for everything you do in this little corner of the internet, Erin. xx
I’ve been dreaming of a blog refresh. Look, feel, content, maybe even name. Poor old neglected katiecrackernuts. I do love her, but can’t decide whether to keep her. No rush though, it’s not a project I have a lot of time for at the moment, so she’ll be sticking around.
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