Why? This is why.

Blogging. In middle school, it was used to share our important thoughts. In high school, blogging meant you thought you were creative and intelligent, perhaps an aspiring writer. I promise, I had my dosage of blogging through Xanga and tumblr. But, I thought that once I was in my twenties, blogging would be like...wait, what? Now, with sites like pinterest.com and stumbleupon.com, blogging has become an electronic trophy case for the crafty woman. 

I have always admired the crafty human. Women who can reuse an old sweater in 12 different ways. The single mother who can feed her six children with a fifteen minute casserole. The newly wed mother who has already made 56 diaper bags in different patterns and shapes. 24 outfit combinations from the thrift store dress that you altered. There's something about being self-sufficient enough to DIY (do it yourself). 

So, where do I place my trophies on this internet showcase? Wait a second, I don't have any trophies. Yes, I admire these blogs. About 75% of my time on the computer is not dedicated to Facebook or homework - nope, I just click, click, click and envy the modern woman's handiwork. I'm the kind of "woman" that boils water, and forgets about it, only to come back find a hot pot with the remnants of evaporated water. I can cook, yeah. My roommates know when I have attempted to deliver a fresh meal when they walk into the house and see a wash cloth on top of the wall smoke detector. Things that are so simple, pancakes, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti - yeah, I promise I am capable of messing it up. 

This brings me to the point of this blog. I am not going to promise any brilliant crafts or recipes. Rather, I am going to track my progress. I don't expect anybody to read this, but if you want to contribute ideas, please help me. I am twenty years old, almost twenty one. Marriage is in my near future, which leads to babies. College graduation will lead to my job as a teacher. I have a desire to be one of those women, but I am attempting the necessary skills.

Here's to becoming a DIY woman.