When I was small, my two favorite things to play were house and school.
I don't think that's a surprising fact, I mean they've always been pretty popular games.
Especially among little girls.

I loved making mud pies, decorating the inside of my playhouse with loose leaf wallpaper and using that red and blue double sided stick pen.
Of course, the most challenging part of these make believe sessions, was battling it out with friends to be the central character.
Mom in house, teacher in school.
Those were always the most coveted positions...which I generally had to no trouble nailing down, since my neighborhood was short on girls.
So my little brother and his, let's say, energetic, pals were always my students or my children.
Not surprisingly, that only lasted so long. Once they hit that 5 or 6 year old mark, baseball became much more enticing than playing pretend.

And I was left to educate and keep house for my dollies.
Or very occasionally for Ginger, my calico kitty.
An experience that provided me with a very early understanding of the phrase, like herding cats.
But I digress...
I enjoyed those games so much that I was basically settled on a career path of homemaker and/or teacher, until middle school, when I started taking dance.
Then I was sure I was going to be a professional ballerina. Or a Rockette, where I would perform on the same stage my mother sang on decades earlier.
Of course, in college I changed my mind again, from fashion design and back to teaching, before settling on a degree in communications.
This time I was 100% convinced that my big girl job was going to be in public relations.
Until I actually worked in a Manhattan museum doing just that, only to find out it wasn't for me. The pay was horrible, the job was boring and the commute was an absolute nightmare.

After two years split between driving cars for a rental company, working as a retail manager for various brands and as an office assistant for my generous brother in law, I finally realized that I was always meant for the classroom.
A path I never should've abandoned.
So I took the long and winding road back to school for my master's degree and taught elementary school for several years.
And I loved every single moment of it, right up to the minute the nurse put my newborn daughter in my arms. An event that changed my status from part time to full time homemaker.
I spent those blissful years, feathering my nest and filling it with another baby, lots of bright colors and handmade decor.

Teaching at church, during extra curricular activities and taking on any creative task that came my way.
Living a grown up version of my dreamy preschool play days.
Until...those babies became teenagers and they too found much more enticing ways to spend their days.
And I was left without playmates once again.
They didn't need me as much, yet I desperately needed a creative distraction from a life that was all too real and not always in a good way.
So on March 5, 2013, after a suggestion from my nephew, I hit publish for this first time here at Exquisitely Unremarkable.
Despite the fact that I had no idea what a blog was - I'd never seen one before, never read one before, and I certainly knew nothing about code or website building.
I just knew it was a way I could share my decorating style, my crafts and my know-how with anyone who was interested.

Never, ever did I imagine that I would still be typing away with as much enthusiasm and excitement as I felt on that brisk March day, exactly 12 years ago.
Blogging in this tiny space on the internet has become such a huge part of life, my daily routine and most importantly, my heart.
And that's because of you.
All of you who tune in and join the conversation, as I drone on about paint colors, thrift finds, decorating challenges and my beloved tulips.
You, who have become my friends. Leaving comments on every post, emailing me or, on a few, very precious occasions, coming out to meet me in person.

I've been blessed with cards, letters, gifts, encouragement and advice. You've shared your stories, your joys and your sorrows. And I've been touched by each and every one of those heartfelt interactions.
They mean more to me than you could ever know.
That, my friends, has been the absolute best part of blogging and, on this anniversary, as I celebrate another year of crafting, creating and sharing, I'd like to thank you for all the moments you've chosen to visit with me.
Playing this virtual game of house and school.
Adding (and then ripping down!) wallpaper in my rooms.
Teaching, anyone who cares to learn, the processes I use to cook, create and craft.

Without that sweet, but unruly cat and those rambunctious neighbors.
Although I really wish I still had one of those pens.
Don't you?
😉
What were your favorite childhood games?
Here are a few more anniversary posts:
- It's My First Anniversary!
- Everything I Needed To Know About Blogging I Learned In Kindergarten
- 3650 Days Of Blogging
With gratitude,

Beautiful Kim! It is us your faithful readers who thank you. You give so generously of your talents and time. You are one of the most relatable writers I follow. My schedule has been so hectic for so many years that I relished when I could grab some time and a Diet Coke and read your latest post. Some days I would binge them. Please know that although I don’t always find the time to comment I truly treasure your blog. Keep going and thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan!! 🥰 Your comment is a perfect example of the lovely interactions I was describing and longstanding relationships this blog has given me the opportunity to build. It truly means the world to me! I hope you have a fabulous weekend my friend.
DeleteHappy Blogoversary! I agree, that it's the people and the friendships we make that makes blogging such a blessing! I loved reading about your childhood fun and dreams and how you've used those dreams and your skills here in blogland. You've been a blessing to many, including me and have taught us so much, including thinking outside the box on how to use things!
ReplyDeleteOh, man. We could have been cut from the same cloth, as my mother would say! I LOVED playing school, and because I was the bossiest, I got to be the teacher, always. (: Another goal of mine was to be a mom. All of my dolls were so real to me. Then I grew up and had four live dolls and really, it was such a good job. I'm happy to know you through these little ole blogs of ours. I hope you stay crafty (and blogging) for a nice loooong while.
ReplyDeleteHI Kim. You and I started our blogs about the same time. It is amazing how time really flies. I had no idea how to blog either and we all kind learned as we went along. It still to this day amazes me with all the friendships made through the years that without blogging would have never happened. I played school in our basement with a chalk board and a couple of old school desks. My brothers were roped into being students too. Then they got into sports and that was over and my dolls were my students along with some neighbor kids that liked to come and have me pretend to be their teacher. Good memories. Have a wonderful week. Happy St. Patricks Day. Hugs. Kris
ReplyDeleteI, too was planning on being a school teacher at age 4, looking up to my big school teacher sister and my dad, who made furniture, made me a desk so I could teach my dolls and stuffed animals. Sixty four years later, I still have the desk and it's still beautiful! In high school, I discovered typing (on a manual typewriter) and fell in love with everything office related and became a secretary for over 43 enjoyable years. The part of your post that got me the most was the blue/red pens. I had forgotten about those but remember if you had one, you needed nothing else in life. Thanks for the trip down memory lane! Love your posts and all your crafts. No day is complete without at least one craft project.
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