Holy moley guys. The last time I posted was almost a whole month ago. Yikes!! My unintentional break was because of… well… life. And my 2 left feet. Can’t forget those. They are what made my short 1 week break into a month long break.
The past 3 weeks have been the busiest of the entire year. And that is saying something because we are normally pretty busy. It started with my aunt and uncle coming in for a short visit. Fifteen minutes before we were supposed to leave for the airport to pick them up, I tripped and fell. And it wasn’t your average trip and fall. After all, I am my father’s daughter. That’s a reference to where I gained my 2 left feet. My father had a history of bad accidents (Nail through the hand. Claw of hammer to forehead. Catching a softball with mouth… twice… once resulting in temporary amnesia. Me cutting off his finger… oops. THEY REATTACHED IT!)
I couldn’t quite get my hand under me fast enough to catch myself. This resulted in my fingers bending all the way back to touch my arm. After yelling for the hubs and trying to breath through the insane amount of pain, we rushed off to urgent care. David had to leave me there while he continued on to the airport. A few x-rays later, they said they were unsure if I broke it but I definitely tore a bunch of tendons. Yippee. And yes, I’m a righty. I was left unable to use any of my fingers to cut my food, write, type, or do just about anything with my right hand. Imagine what a joy I was to be around! Please ignore the toilet paper stuck to my shoe. You are lucky I was able to even get some off the roll. Let alone pull up my pants.
The hubs had to stay home for the next week to help me function around the house and prepare for the following weekend’s crazy adventures.
That’s right! We went on our first ever camping trip! That may be a regular occurrence for some people, but not for us. Growing up, my family’s version of camping was renting a beach house. Or going on a cruise. We’re a rustic bunch, I know. Our friends finally convinced us to go with them, promising to keep me alive. We spent the weekend in the middle of the Colorado Rockies getting incredibly dirty and eating food and playing games. I was even woken up at 4am one morning by an animal nuzzling my face from outside our tent. It was terrifying.
One of the days while camping we went to this crazy place call Bishop Castle. If you are ever in southern Colorado, you have to make a trip to see it. Basically it is a castle that a crazy man has been building for the past 40 years or so. Oh. And, by the way, he does not believe in things being “up to code”. He allows the public to tour it during the day and it is the biggest death trap. If you ever want your life to flash before your eyes, go to Bishop Castle and walk on the scaffolding. Or, better yet, be brave and climb up to the top of the tower.
But we survived our very first camping trip! Verdict? We are not camping people. We had a great time with our friends but we would never choose to tent camp on our own. A RV or camper? That may be a different story. Ask me in another 2 years after I’ve recovered from this trip.
Two days after we got back from camping, my in-laws flew in for a visit. We had a wonderful time for the past week, visiting and taking them around to our favorite places. That takes us up to yesterday, when they returned home to Chicago. Now my hand has healed enough and life has gotten back to it’s usual routine so I’m ready to get back to blogging and crafting and DIY-ing my little heart out.
That brings me to my change of heart. The past month off of blogging has gotten me thinking much about why I blog and what I choose to blog about. I started Love, Pomegranate House a little over 2 years ago. It started as a tiny blog for me to share my crafting and DIY-ing with friends and family who live far away. Boy, has it grown since those days of my mom and sister being the only ones reading LPH! It has been an amazing 2 years. I have loved every minute of it. I love getting to know all of you and making new friends through LPH. One of my best friends is someone I have never met (holla Britni!!). For the past 2 years, LPH has been a piece of my heart.
But that’s just it. It has only been a piece of me. I have held back so much. This is the internet, after all. You never know what creepers are out there lurking. Ick. I’ve only shared what I think people want to read. I’ve gotten wrapped up in being a perfect blogger rather than being true to myself. But no more! I’m going to stop worrying about being judged for what I put out there. You guys have become some of my closest friends. And I trust you to be gentle with my delicate little heart.
So what does this mean for LPH?? Really… not much. I’m still going to be sharing all my DIYs and crafts and room makeovers. (I’m hoping to be better with my time management and give it all to you guys in real time. I currently have projects that I completed 4 months ago that I still haven’t shared. It’s awful.) But besides for all of those normal projects, there will be a bit more of my heart in LPH. A little more “love” in Love, Pomegranate House, if you will. You will start seeing more personal posts pretty soon. Life updates, joys, challenges, and heart breaks. I’m breaking free of all that I held on to so tightly out of fear of people really knowing and judging me for it. Know why?? Because I don’t want to let that stuff define me anymore. I want all of you to know the true me! Bumps, bruises, rolls, dirty mind and all. And because I know I’m not alone in some of my junk. And sometimes it is good to hear from your friends that you aren’t alone.
So there you go. A little update & a change of heart. I’m excited for year 3 of LPH. Let’s do this!!
P.S. Why on earth do people like camping!? Have you ever heard of or been to Bishop Castle? Did you survive or are you a ghost!?