“Longing, we say, because desire is full
of endless distances.”

25 January 2009



(sigh) well, lets try it again...

from stephany who got it from tabitha

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me. I will try to make these be about or tailored to those five lucky people. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It’ll be done this year
- You have no clue what it’s going to be.



The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to put this in your journal as well, if you expect me to do something for you! And please link to your blog so that I can visit and read in case we are new friends.

***(im going to add here, just for me, that you dont need a blog to participate. if you ever just come by, put a comment up and well go from there).***

7 comments:

  1. Anonymous25 January, 2009

    such a mysteriously fun plan!
    by 'put this on your blog' do you mean one is to make the same *offer* on their blog or simply link to yours in a post?
    <8, E.

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  2. z.briedis26 January, 2009

    the idea, i believe is to make the same offer on your blog, if youre so inclined, and having done so, link back to the blog you found the meme on. but im not going to get all bureaucratic with the rules. im really amazed anyone even wanders over here. how did you find me? anyway, you dont need to post the meme on your blog for me to follow through on my end. you are a beautiful and gifted woman, erin, and its lovely to meet you.

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  3. Anonymous26 January, 2009

    I don't remember exactly how I found you. But every once in a while I'll visit the links from a blog i've subscribed to and I would have stumbled upon you then.

    i know what you mean about being surprised if people read. I started my blog when I was living overseas and I expected my family and friends there keeping tabs on what was going on. but i've been back for a while and post so sporadically, I'm pretty sure no one even knows it's there! which is sort of cool, like a secret hideout, hiding out in plain sight!

    maybe we could do an exchange. since I think the idea sounds exciting. I also like the idea that I don't have to guarantee you'll like it! so much freedom!

    *grin*
    E.

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  4. we are artists05 February, 2009

    Hi, got your message and your piece of advice, so thank you for taking the time, my group will be so pleased!
    I'd love to send you something personally - rather than through the group thing and to get something back, it's an exciting thought!!
    I'm not very good at all the techno stuff, I don't know what a meme is or how to link or anything, i'm better with real things, or at least I pretend I am!
    Anyway, ramble ramble, let me know!
    It's a cold snowy morning in Glasgow, I hope this mesage finds you feeling warm!
    Ali

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  5. Suzie DeGrasse05 February, 2009

    Ummm...do I count as one of the lucky 5?

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  6. Ali06 February, 2009

    Hi, I finally took the plunge and set up a blog without hiding behind my group! Now I just need to sort out all the following and linking sort of stuff and I good to go!
    so now I'm lostfoot.blogspot.com
    hooray!
    A

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  7. Debrina09 March, 2009

    I found you through Ali and my goodness but I'm pleased I found you! Your photos, your words, your thoughts touch my soul. Am I in your first five (I count 4 names, so I guess I am??). Regardless, I'm going to make something for you in return, just because your blog inspires me so much! There is so much pleasure in sharing and giving! You and Ali are now on my blogroll.

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