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One of the best things I’ve done (in terms of personal entertainment, at least) is to start using an RSS feed reader. And before Google changed their Reader and took away the sharing and comment function (grumble grumble) it was the best social network I could have hoped for. That aside, the RSS reader is like my TV; there’s always a ton of content and it’s so much fun and so relaxing to curl up with my computer and see what everyone in Blog Land is up to. Here’s a smattering of some favorites recently:
It’s almost that time again!
I’ve posted about this blog before, I think.* …and now she’s writing a book!
I’ve made internet friends with this girl and this girl. Maybe sometime we’ll be friends in real life…but for now, show them some blog love and check ‘em out.
Speaking of internet friends, I’d really like to hang out with this girl sometime. Check out those photos she takes of her flower arrangements.
This is my favorite new site to follow.
Speaking of cabins (see above), are you on Pinterest? Did you know that I have a cabin-in-the-ferny-shady-woods inspiration board?
Ben’s grandparents got us a giant cast iron pan for our wedding, and that means that I can make this.
I feel like this post was written just for me. Sigh.
I always feel inspired by Japanese-style furniture and interiors. Check out this cozy blanket/desk/space heater combination.
I also posted this tutorial onto my Pinterest crafts board.
If you need an invite to Pinterest let me know!
Happy internetting forevar,
Miss Minty
* If I haven’t, let me say that simply finding a blog called Tomboy Style has made me feel like it’s possible to come out of the adult tomboy closet. I’ve recently donated a lot of dresses and girly patterned shirts and other things that I owned but rarely wore, because they were always passed up in favor of slim pants, a drapey grey t-shirt, and men’s loafers. Call me a wimp and a sheep, but I wore dresses and other “prettier” things to try to please other people, or to try to look as good as other girls looked in pretty things. How pathetic is that? Thanks, Lizzie, for helping me remember who I am.
