Music is the number one thing that puts me in a creative mood. There’s nothing better than put on a playlist, and painting to some tunes. Although the tone changes from time to time – I usually listen to upbeat music while I make things. Whether it’s designing some buttons or working on a watercolor. It keeps me attentive to my work, and makes me not think about how much my hand hurts from drawing.
Everybody has a different taste in music. Some people only listen to Reggea while other might prefer Salsa or Jazz. So everyone has a different playlist that makes them creative. Maybe some people put on classical, so they can feel like a virtuoso. – I don’t know. Everybody is different. I usually prefer to listen to classic rock and modern Alternative Rock. Sometimes pop songs even weasel their way in, depending on my mood.
If you’re more of a TV while you work person, that’s fine! But, if you’ve never tried listening to music while you create, I would suggest trying it! Mood can influence your mood and your art. Inspire you to try something new, or vamp up something old! You never what you might make!
If you’re working on building yourself a playlist to work your magic to – here’s mine!
“Last Young Renegade” – All Time Low
“Life of the Party” – All Time Low
“Renegades” – X Ambassadors
“Your Love Is My Drug” – Ke$ha
“Rather Be (feat. Jess Glynne) jackLNDN Remix” – Clean Bandit
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It seems like she has everything – every pair of scissors, every single pattern in the Simplicity catalog, every color ribbon you could ever dream of. What does one get the crafting mama who has everything?! Trust me – I’ve run into the same dilemma. You’re pacing through Walmart’s craft isle, trying to find the perfect gift – but nothing! Never fret though! Someone somewhere has the perfect gift for the crafting queen in your life! And in this gift guide I’m here to show you just a few things to get her this holiday season!
Sewing boxes no longer just come in white, fake, plastic wicker! There are hundreds of different styles for sewing boxes now a’days, in all sorts of sizes! Every crafty mama needs a sewing box just as rad and stylin’ as she is! So whether she’s into pink or black, there’s a sewing box for everyone!
A straight edged paper cutter is something that almost every crafter needs. Whether you’re cutting scrapbook pages, hand making cards, or just making price tags for a craft show. There’s endless uses for paper cutters in the craft room!
Storage in the craft room is always an issue in my house, I don’t know about yours. But it doesn’t have to be! With this nifty desk organizer, your crafty mama will have plenty of space to put all of her glitter and bobbins and do-dads. Making plenty of room to get more!
Left over fabric just seems like a waste, doesn’t it? But no more! With this cool book, you can make use of the left overs. There are lots of awesome projects bound within these pages. Any sewer would love this – no more wasted money on scraps you can’t use!
Rotary cutters are a life saver. No more killing your wrist, trying to cut with scissors. (And I personally love Fiskars for any craft tools I need!) If your crafty mama sews a lot, and still uses scissors, definitely look into getting her this. She can use it on fabric, paper, felt, vinyl – anything really. Just don’t forget to get her a cutting mat to go with!
With this simple ‘crafty mom’ design, any mom would love this! Something she can wear to a craft show, out to the store, or while she’s crafting – of course!
So in your quest to find that perfect gift for your crafty mama this year, make sure to check out some of these sweet things that she’s sure to love! From that one little tool to replace an old one, to a statement piece in her wardrobe announcing her love of crafting. There’s always a perfect gift for your crafter!
For those of you who just see the title, and think I’m advocating for kids not to go to school. – That is very far from what I’m here for. With this being school month here on the blog, I thought I’d share a video I found a while ago. I think this is a very important video.
School is full of subjects that kids really don’t need. Or subjects that they don’t need more than the basics of. Why do I need to go all the way to Trig, when basic math is literally all I need? Why do I need to dissect a fish or a baby pig? I know how my cells work, how reproduction is done, what causes cancer and, why the seasons change. Why do I need to learn more?
What is the point of learning these, if they’re not at all applicable to the child’s everyday life?
School doesn’t prepare kids for the real world on any level. People say that parents are supposed to do that. But what if they don’t know how, or what if they’re not around? What about all those people who are orphans, or that their parents are dead and they’re living with another relative?
Home Ec used to be taught as a mandatory class in high school and middle school. My parents say it was one of the most important classes they took. They learned to sew and some of how to cook. I think it’s a tragedy that this was taken out of the curriculum. Kids really need a class like that.
People are going to college unable to clean or cook or budget. Like the video says, we’re not taught how to get jobs or any amount of practical things in school. Kids spend more time there than at home, and at home they’re doing homework. Their parents are just getting home, they don’t want to have to teach their kid to cook after a long day.
We’re taught a bunch of pointless things. But nothing of what we need. I know we need to know history to stop it from repeating (although, by the political climate and current goings on, we’re very much about to). It’s important to learn to read, write, and do math – but is it really necessary to learn more than basics? If you want to go into a field that needs it, sure, knock yourself out. I, though, had no want or need for any extra.
Even in college you have to take “college level” math and such. I get why English is important (although not why all the essays are), so they can make sure that you can read and write on an ‘adult’ level. But more math and science? Why did I have to take Psychology or Biology? I wanted nothing to do with either of those. But I was required to do them anyway.
The video better expresses these feelings than I can. It’s definitely worth giving a watch and thinking some about.
High school English is a drag – just like college English. They make you read books that you’ll never read again. They have you read plays that you’ll forget as soon as the words are read. Maybe some books you’ll actually enjoy, but you can’t read them at the pace that they want you to. This was often my case – I’m sorry, but I can’t read 110 pages of Emma in two days.
However, I found not all those books to be entirely terrible though. Some of those books I found were even worth buying, and giving another read. A read without all of the analytics and essays. You shouldn’t hate a book just because of the way it was presented to you. You should like it for the story and the characters. Not all teachers have a terrible taste in books. Just a terrible way of teaching them.
Books are windows into other worlds. And, sometimes, we don’t get to experience those worlds because they ‘aren’t our style.” Or ‘they don’t look/sound good.” But I guess the good thing about school forcing you to read them – is that you get to jump into places you’d never find on your own.
These are the worlds from school I found were worth giving another look.
I read Pride and Prejudice my sophomore year of high school. I wasn’t into Jane Austen then. I’d heard of the book, but historical novels weren’t my bag. I was far more into fantastical things. So I dreaded when Ms Spence said that that was what we were going to be reading. However, at the time, I had no idea what it was about. Although I didn’t for most of it, actually, because the language confused me and Ms Spence didn’t elaborate.
But I did come to know the story, and grasp a little better onto what was going on. Once everything clicked, I fell in love with Pride and Prejudice. It turned out it wasn’t as dry as I thought. The story wasn’t as boring as I was expecting. Instead, it was full of wonder of it’s own. Elizabeth Bennet and her sisters. The charm of Mr Bingley against the coldness of Mr Darcy. And the spark between all of the lovers in the book. (I also talked about it here!)
Along with all of the expected things that came along – but you’ll have to read to find those out!
This was one of the first books I’d read in high school. It was freshman year, and I didn’t even know we had summer reading! But I was immediately interested when it was explained that it was a dystopian novel. – They’re my favourite. I just didn’t know to expect from it, though. I’d heard Ray Bradbury was a good author, and my teacher raved about him. I, however, had never read any of his books.
Fahrenheit 451 was definitely not, at all, what I was expecting. It had an interesting take on our future, though. And – as with all dystopian novels – a terrifying take. I won’t spoil it for you, because it’s definitely worth the read. But I was taken aback by a lot of things in the book.
Anybody who loves dystopia and rebellion – this is your book!
I cannot express my love for this book. This is a story I read my junior year of high school. I’m already a big fan of things set in the 1920s, you it tickled my fancy as soon as that was mentioned. However, like all school books, it was a mixed bag of whether I liked it or not. At first, I wasn’t really a big fan. It took a few chapters to get going. But once it got going –
The Great Gatsby is so beautiful and heartbreaking. Requited love that was never meant to be. I still haven’t seen the movie with Leonardo DiCaprio and Toby McGuire yet. I have it, but haven’t – in the years I’ve had it – watched it. I should do that. And you should go give this wonderful work by F. Scott Fitzgerald a read!
This is the most interesting book I read in high school. I’d almost say it was my favourite! It was assigned summer reading for – I think – sophomore year. Of the two books I had to read, I actually finished this one! 1984 is a dystopian novel by George Orwell. I read it a week. I actually went out and bought the book soon after, because I loved it so much.
I hadn’t ever heard of the book, but I originally dreaded it since it was by Orwell. I had to read Animal Farm in 7th grade, and I loathed it so much. It didn’t help we also watched the creepy film with the puppets afterwards. I was much delighted, however, when I discovered that this was nothing like that. This is another great read for any dystopian lover. It’s full of so many unexpected turns and twisted and concepts. Definitely worth the read!
This book is so far from my usual reads, I never ever would have thought to pick it up. Thank you, Ms Grant, for forcing me to read it senior year! This is a novel by Barbara Kingsolver about a missionary in Africa. But it’s not the usual read you might find in a religious book.
The book alternates perspective in ways beneficial to the story. It’s full of adventure and culture and struggle. The reason behind the name is entirely humourous. Even if it doesn’t seem your thing, this book – set in the late 20th century – is worth the read!
Okay, I really wanted to throw this in here at the end. Because I love The Giver and I read it in school. It definitely made 7th grade English bearable, and got a good story out of it from a classmate! I think this is the most unique take on a dystopian world I’ve read. And, since, I’ve bought the huge anthology with all four books!
The Giver is worth a read, no matter what kind of book you’re into. This book, to me, is on a whole other level!
As for the story from my classmate – She – let’s call her Suzy – was really ornery, and this other girl – let’s call her Racheal – asked how the book ended for an essay (she didn’t finish reading). So Suzy told her that Jonas, the main character, gets shot and the baby dies at the end (neither of which is true). And Racheal totally believed her! So our teacher called Racheal up to ask about her absurd ending. When she told her it was Suzy, our teacher told her she was never allowed to ‘help’ again!
Not all school books are interesting. But these are the ones I found definitely keeping note of. I’m no good at summaries or descriptions, so go check them out yourself!
What books did you read in school? What ones have stuck with you?
College life is full of ups and downs. Good times, bad times, weird times. But there are somethings that I really love about college! Check them out! Don’t forget to check out Monday’s post too – How to Survive College!
I haven’t done one of these for a while. And, although I want this month to be school themed, I thought this would be a fun thing to add in!
A 100 Word Story
I remember the summer you took that picture. It was the summer we fell in love. You’d just graduated college, getting some degree you didn’t want. I didn’t know what to make of you then. But I knew, from the moment I saw you, that I never wanted anybody else.
We were free that summer.
That summer, we ran away.
All that was in front of us, or behind us, was the open road and the blue sky. That seems so long ago now.
But look at us now!
So much has happened, but I’m so glad you’re my one.
I’m not quite sure where July went. May crept by, then June sped up, and now July is gone in a flash. I wish it’d all so s l o w down for a bit. Why does time have to go by so fast?
So, July was an interesting month.
The month started with a family cook out, and watching a close friend of mine get married! I’m glad to see her happy. It’s great that her and her husband (which is still weird to say) are starting a life together. I think it’s amazing that she took the initiative to start living her own life.
I also got to launch my YouTube channel this month! Unfortunately, the last half of the month, I didn’t really stick to a schedule. Which I am going to try and fix in August! Starting August, I will be posting videos every Wednesday! As it is now, two videos a week is difficult and will be harder with school starting. I will also go back to posting twice a week, and using Wednesdays as announcement days!
The new season of Shameless came on Netflix this month! Thomas and I watched it within a few days. It’s amazing! It’s crazy, thinking back to how the show started. If you’ve never watched Shameless, I recommend it. – Just not if there are small children about!
Warped Tour was in July, the 16th for Columbia. It was so much fun! My friend, Paige, and I brought our boyfriends this year! Last time (two years ago) it was just her and I and her parents. Having a whole gang together this year, just made it that much more fun! Especially since the guys had never been to a concert before. I love when I get to be the first to have done something with my boyfriend!
For Warped Tour, I also did my first haul post! I was interesting, doing one. I don’t really go shopping a lot. So I never really get a chance to do those posts. And the fact that it was after that, made it that much better!
Starting a YouTube channel wasn’t the blogs only big step last month, though. Incredibly, we hit 1,000 followers! It’s so crazy to think about that number. And I don’t think I will ever be able to thank everybody enough! And the love and support never ceases to amaze me. Thank you, everybody, so so much!
Also, last month, I started a Ko-Fi account! There, you can help support the blog! The donations start as small as $3, that’s the price of one coffee (it’s cheaper than real coffee!). It’d be amazing if you could help me keep bringing you awesome content, and help me bring improvements to your viewing experience. You don’t even need a PayPal account!
I finally got to go on a Fair Date last month! The county fair was the last week of the month, and Thomas and I went to watch the rodeo! It never ceases to amaze me. This year they had a Native American girl, who was she was doing tricks with her horses. She even jumped through a hoop of fire with two horses, one foot on each horse!
July wasn’t as crazy as June. But some crazy things still happened! I’m hoping August, with the start of school, will be a good month. I hope you all have a good August too!
I really wanted to get a video up sooner, but things got a little hectic. But now I’m back, and I will be posting videos every Wednesday! Today’s video is monthly favourites to go with the monthly recap (coming out on Friday)! I’ve never done a favourites anything before, so bear with me through it. I hope you like it!
Writing a book is something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time. Since I was about 11 (I’m 20 now, if you need to do the math). It’s something I’ve tried, time and time again. A book is something I’ve felt this need to create. I formed story after story in my head. But none, so far, have come through. No story clear, no characters so beloved they needed to be shared.
Until I was a sophomore or junior in high school.
That was when I crafted a 20 page short story. It was full of characters I loved, full of a story I wanted to dive into. But this short story wasn’t book worthy. It was nowhere near publication ready.
So it sat and sat, until I tried to add to it. I tried to add chapters to make it a whole book, add details to make those chapters longer. But it wasn’t what I wanted. The story wasn’t something I loved anymore. Not that version. But I’d crafted characters I wanted, and still need to, share. I’ve come up with a story I have to put out there for the world to read. It might be a while before the entire story is there. It might be a while before the entire book is finished.
But today, I thought I’d share with you the start to that story. The start to the adventure I’ve lived only in my head. One I’ve spent years crafting and trying to perfect. I thought I’d give you a taste of the characters I know so intimately in my head, they’re almost friends.
Today I thought I share with you what that short story evolved into.
Today, I give you a sneak peek of No Words for Laney.
(Excerpt from Chapter One: Homecoming)
THE RIDE TO THE BEACH GOT LONGER EVERY YEAR. The older my cousins and I got – the more anxious we were to get to the beach – the more the highway seemed to extend. Each stop in the backwoods towns – where we all would spend some time shopping and stretching our legs – seemed like we’d spent eternity and a half.
This year was no exception to that rule – but for a very different reason.
There were intruders to our little summer getaway.
Aunt Kay was ten years older than my mother. Greying and cranky, she was one of the most judgmental people I’ve ever met. Her children, Caine and Kent, the two heinous boys I called cousins, were bratty and bullies. – And would also be my housemates for the next two months.
If they turned up murdered, it wasn’t my fault.
We were taking two separate cars – since Aunt Kay didn’t trust Aunt Cass’ driving – from our bungalow in Cincinnati down to Black Rock. Black Rock was the beach town in the south that we’d been spending summers at for as long as I could remember.
Aunt Kay followed us, a bit too close for comfort, the whole way. She kept calling, and Caine kept honking her horn from the back seat. I could see the urge to break-check her in Aunt Cass’ eyes in the rear-view mirror.
When we stopped for lunch somewhere in Maryland, Jenny begged to ditch them. Aunt Cass and Aunt Sophie were all for it. However, my mom was the level headed one – she always had to be the level-headed one. This was the one time I wish she hadn’t been. Mom shook her head, saying that we’d never hear the end of it if we left them behind.
Jenny pouted for all of twenty minutes. And then a song came on the radio, which she and Alexi couldn’t resist singing obnoxiously and dancing to. Alice laughed at them in her own quiet way. I had to watch for Alexi’s flailing arms, since I was in the middle seat, squished between her and Aunt Sophie – like every year. Why Aunt Sophie didn’t sit in the back with Alice and Jenny – her children – I didn’t know.
For a short while, everything seemed normal. It seemed like any other year. There were a few songs everybody got into, the entire car shaking as we danced. Snacks were passed, and spilled, from front to back to front. We itched to get the beach and go surfing. Surprisingly, Black Rock had good waves for an East Coast town.
We got to Black Rock early that night. The sun was low and bright, casting a warm yellow and pink haze over the sun baked buildings. Every year was nostalgic, the anticipation growing as we drove the streets that brought us closer to the house. You could practically see the tension as all of us kids (although we weren’t kids anymore) quieted, and stared intently out the windows.
Alexi rolled down the back window when we were at the only stop light in town, and shouted a ‘hello’ to a group of our friends who were on the corner. The recognition was slow, but then their faces twisted – some into smiles, most into smirks, knowing what was to come now that we were there. My fingers tingled, feet going numb, as I thought about the coming events.
I didn’t have much time to dwell though. The light turned green and Alexi rolled up the window. I knew they wouldn’t be here, not in this part of town. Not right now. The time wasn’t right yet. But a small part of me wished I could see them. Just for a little reassurance. I already knew Alice wanted the same thing – but for an entirely different reason.
The house seemed to smile as we pulled in the drive. The wide, deep, white porch grinning at us. The dark windows gleaming like hopeful eyes out from their balcony glasses, on the second and third story. Groaning when Aunt Kay harshly tore into the driveway next to us. The last time more than one car came along, it was a bad summer.
Caine and Kent leapt out of the car, darting towards the house. They stopped when Aunt Kay yelled them to grab suitcases – they had packed enough for a year. All of us piled out of Aunt Cass’ van, and grabbed our things from the trunk. We were headed towards the house by the time Aunt Kay and the boys managed to get one case out of their Janga tower.
The three spent ten minutes arguing before they joined us. Our group claimed our usual spots. Much to the dismay of Kent and Caine.
“You guys got the best rooms!” they spat, standing stupidly in the hallway with their abundance of bags.
“These are our rooms,” Alexi snapped, pointing to names on the doors; we were all standing in the hallway. Alice and Jenny had already denied their requests for room changes. As well as their request to change the music playing over the speakers, that Jenny had her phone plugged into. “It’s the same every. Year. Don’t think that you being here makes you special. None of us are trading.”
They were about to refute when Aunt Kay called up the steps. “Are you two done unpacking yet? – Well?!”
“No, mom,” spat Caine, still sneering at Alexi.
“Quit yapping,” Aunt Kay snapped, “and get to it.”
“Bitch,” Kent mumbled under his breath, glaring at the staircase.
Caine turned his back to us, knocking his brother’s arm with his elbow. “Let’s go, idiot. Those rooms aren’t that good anyway. They’re painted girly colours.”
Kent grunted out in agreement, then turned and stalked to the rooms down the hall. If the boys had put up that much of a fight with us, I could only imagine how Aunt Kay felt about the spare room in our parents’ wing of the house. Alice and Jenny disappeared back into their respective rooms. Alexi let her glare linger on the door guys’ rooms.
“Lex,” I said, the redhead turned to me, her gaze softening. The look I gave her was all she needed. She dropped her head, nodding, the tension visibly relaxing in her shoulders, as she chuckled softly.
“You’re just like Aunt Lily – you know that, Laney?” Alexi smirked at me, winking before going back into her room, and shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
I stood in the hallway a minute longer, staring at the baby pink, wooden letters screwed to her door, spelling out “ALEXI.” On the next door, “JENNY” was spelled out in mint green. These letters had been on the door since we were children. These rooms had always been ours. Alice’s room was next to mine, across from Jenny’s, her name spelled out in pale blue. Mine finishing the circle in a lilac purple.
It was – strange – standing here at nineteen (my twentieth birthday to come in October). The hall felt smaller now; the blonde wood flooring was now worn and scuffed, softened by 17 years of sandy feet. The two rooms at the end of the hall only ever having been occupied one other summer. Although the wide, glass walled sitting room on the third floor was frequently used.
There were cracks in the paint on the ceiling now. Wear marks on all the door handles. Although I don’t know how, considering we hardly stay inside in the summer. This place held the best memories of my life. I lived for summer, the salt water was my summer oxygen.
We were away from our brothers and fathers. In a different town, with people who didn’t really know us. We’d laughed here, found our first loves here, had our first kisses and heart breaks here. This town – it had so much history to it.
It felt more home than Cincinnati ever did.
I just sighed, going back into my room. I didn’t feel like unpacking. I just wanted to go out and find them. Our Summer Boys – their names were Jack Jones and Darius Wyatt. A duo that gave you a run for your money, when it came to proving true friendships. The two were blood brothers – proven by matching star scars, and tribal-style dragon tattoos, on their wrists. There’d never been such a close set of friends, not that I’d ever seen.
Then again – my best friends were family.
This story is near and dear to my heart. It’s been in the back of my mind for years. I’m so glad I’ve finally found a version of it that I love. This is the third time I’ve started it, and I love the direction it’s going in.
Aunt Kay has had many names over the years. Alexi has had many lovers. Until recently, Caine and Kent didn’t exist. And Les the Plastic Pelican has been there for it all. But this story has evolved with me, as I’ve grown as a story teller. I hope to, one day, have this out in publication for everyone.
Maybe it isn’t your cup of tea, and that’s okay! I was inspired to reboot it after reading The Summer I Turned Prettyseries by JennyHan, and not a lot of people seem to like that. No Words for Laney (the original title, which will be changed in the future) is nothing like that, though I was inspired by Ms Han.
I secretly hope Laney doesn’t end up as whiny as Belly…
Howl’s Moving Castle by DianaWynneJones is my forever inspiration. I strive to write a story and a romance half as charming as that! Howl and Sophie are my favourite couple from any series!
I really hope that you all liked the start to No Words for Laney! It’s my book baby, lol
Tell me what you thought in the comments! Would you buy it? What would you change?
I have been blogging for five months but I am, still by no means, an expert on it. What works for me, may not exactly work for you. And that’s fine. Everybody has different ways of doing things.
Still, to think think that more than a handful of people read my posts, is a totally crazy fact to me. When I started back in March, I never thought I would see a four digit follower number. It’s still totally baffling to me, and I cannot thank everyone enough for all the love and support. This really wouldn’t be possible without you all.
I wasn’t really sure what to do to celebrate the milestone. But it was suggested to me that I do this. – Share about how I got to this crazy number. Or do a blog party, which I have no idea how to do (I’ll look it up for future use). I still want to do something big and outlandish. Though, I suppose this is probably the most useful thing I can give you, haha!
To be honest, I feel like I almost need a re-introduction. It’s been a long ride from there to here. But that is another post.
When I first started Pastel Bottle Rocket, I was sufficiently a blogging newb. As I said in my YouTube video, I tried it a few times before. However, the blog just never worked for me. On the blog I ran before this, I wasn’t really serious with it. So I never really got anywhere.
When I started PBR up, I was afraid the same thing would happen. And I will admit, the first month and a half was a flop. I wasn’t exactly pushing in traffic. I was disappointed, to say the least. But it was something I enjoyed, and I knew I wanted to pursue it.
So, I pushed on.
My first mistake was that, I was kind of embarrassed to tell more than a handful of people I had a blog. I wasn’t sure how anyone would react, or if they’d only end up criticizing me in the end. But that first break out of the darkness helped. Putting my blog out there – on my personal Facebook page, the business page I had started for Pastel Bottle Rocket, and on Instagram really helped.
Posting to the social platforms I had been afraid to before, really brought in a new audience. I reached new people, more people. My family is even subscribed through email to my blog, and my mom has her own (which I’m urging her to use more). Having that support of friends and family is really great! You shouldn’t be embarrassed, at all, about your blog. Especially if it’s something you love to do!
The biggest change I made, though, was interacting with other bloggers.
I started following other bloggers on Instagram and Twitter. I joined Facebook groups for bloggers. I just put it out there that, “Hey! I’m here!!” It was crazy, the change in traffic once I began to do that.
I had read an article by a fellow blogger – one I can’t find now, or remember who it’s by, lol – about how they got their first thousand. They said that they took a little time out of every day to like, follow, and comment on others’ posts in their platform. Once I took up that, everything changed.
I mean, don’t just follow people willy-nilly. Find posts and blogs that interest you! There’s no point in following blogs that you’ll never read, or whose content you don’t like!
Connecting with others is the most important thing you can do to grow your blog. Be loud and proud about all the work you’re putting in!
After every post you’re going to want to make sure to promote it. Anywhere you can! However, advertising on a lot of sites doesn’t guarantee traffic. It’s all about the quality of your posts, and it’s good to engage with your readers.
I’ve been slacking on the advertising and engaging lately, and I have noticed a considerable difference!
(Also, if you’re wondering, yes! I did all of this on a free blog!)
I really hope this helps give some of you some insight and helps grow your blogs! I’ll leave some Facebook groups down below for you!