I'm just sitting here with my boyfriend, Earl Grey, perusing my article in the current issue of Artful Blogging magazine.
I discovered Artful Blogging in my first year of blogging and it scratched all my twitchiest itches. It seemed like a pipe dream back then to imagine I've ever be among it's thick, decadent pages. It was one of those thoughts I only whispered to myself because I didn't want myself to feel embarrassed by or disappointed in myself or by myself when it never happened. To myself. (It was complicated.)
Back on the farm, I'd spend my pocket cash on an issue, now and then. I'd devour every article and the photography was so compelling, Cory usually flipped it when I was done. My stack of back-issues moved with me from house to house because they're bonafide works of art (along with Anthro and J Crew catalogs.) I'll never part with them.
When the editor contacted me a few months ago about writing a piece for the magazine, I was thrilled. It was one of those private victories, a surprise remnant from my past life that showed up unannounced and made me grin my cheeks off.
If you're interested, you can find a copy at places like B&N, Hobby Lobby, or Michaels. You can also subscribe.
Just for the hay of it, I'm buying two extra copies with the discount Stampington & Co. armed me with, and I'm giving one away right here and one on my FPFG Facebook page. Because you guys are my homies, that's why. You tell me what face wash to use and where to find yoga pants to fit my wiry bod and what to read/watch/listen to. You cheer me on and up and jeez-Louise, I honestly don't know what I'd do without you.
To enter, just tell me something good in the comments. Anything, as long as it's happy or wonderful or "fantastich" as Ruby wrote in a letter last night.
I'll pick winners on Saturday (promise! swear!) so check back.
Happy Thursday, Lovelies.