DELVE INTO ME: A CLOSE LOOK AT THE BLOGGERS YOU LOVE (011)

PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF, AND TELL US A LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR BLOG.

I'm Bryleigh. I'm 15, the oldest of six, and a redhead. My blog is A Little Yarn Blossom, and at A Little Yarn Blossom you will find me blasting society, fangirling over bands, soaking in life and hanging with my Blossoms!

WHEN DID YOU START YOUR BLOGGING JOURNEY AND WHY?

I started my blogging journey in November of 2013, three weeks after my 14th birthday. I met my friend Emily on the knit and crochet community Ravelry. Soon after becoming friends with her, I found her blog. I knew instantly that blogging is something that I needed to delve into.

WHAT'S THE MOST CHALLENGING ASPECT OF BLOGGING FOR YOU?

Oh gosh! I think for me it would be wording each post. It usually takes me two - three days to write, edit and revise a big post.

DO YOU HAVE ANY BLOGGING RITUALS (LIKE FOLLOWING A STRICT SCHEDULE OR MAKING SURE TO PROCRASTINATE BY GOING ON PINTEREST FIRST, ETC.)?

Not really. I've tried to have a strict schedule, but I couldn't force myself to follow it. ;) I usually write when inspiration strikes.

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER ONE BLOGGING TIP?

Post what YOU want to post. I've seen many bloggers get burnt out of blogging because they're only posting what the followers want, not what they want.

BESIDES BLOGGING, WHAT OTHER HOBBIES TO YOU ENJOY PARTICIPATING IN? WHICH ARE YOU MOST PASSIONATE ABOUT?

This'll be a long list! Reading, writing, drawing, playing my guitar, learning about herbs and essential oils, graphic design, interior design, knitting, crocheting, sewing, embroidery and cross stitch, cooking, baking, photography, and obsessing over bands! ;P What I'm most passionate about is design, knit and crochet.

(DUE TO THE TITLE OF MY BLOG, I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD ASK:) DO YOU FEEL LIKE YOU KNOW YOURSELF?

Ha! Great question. I think at 15, I know all I can know about my self at this time. Each year is another year to grow my self and learn more about me. I get really frustrated sometimes that I don't know everything about my self, even though I am the only one who could truly know my self. (I just said my self four times and I feel insane.)

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The Best Experience in the History of Experiences

Last week, on September 13th, 2013, two amazing things happened. Niall Horan--of One Direction--turned 20! *sends glittery kisses into the wind* I didn't forget you, baby! I promise! I met up with the most amazing person that has ever come into existence . ^^^ *sniffles* Here is a photo of our good-bye hug. Kenz added the glitter. ;) My family and I had to drive about three and half hours, to get to our meeting place--which was a beautiful Barnes and Noble full of amazingly exquisite books [it was quite heavenly]. The whole trip there I was bubbling with excitement. Rocking in my seat, tugging at my hair, belting out the lyrics to any songs I knew when they blasted out of the speakers. I had a little brother to my left, a window to my right and a present in my lap--and a stuffed Pikachu at my feet. o.O Finally , we arrived at our destination. I cannot describe to you the feeling of walking up to that bookstore, and having a someone whom you haven't p...

silver linings

a post inspired by this lovely photo. [ photo via pinterest ] sitting swinging singing head bowed arms hanging voice low thinking blinking shrinking gears turning eyes wide shoulders slumped where did it all go? * * * She doesn't want to look up, only for her eyes to find the dark and terrible surroundings she calls her world. She doesn't want to go back, to the dwelling where words were spoken and exchanged but never taken back. She doesn't want to sit there forever. But that seems like the best option right now. While she swings, she listens and thinks, sings and sinks, the only company she has is the rag doll under her fingertips. It looks worn--just like her. And torn--again, like her. And used--just. like. her. Yet loved--a foreign feeling that has been wasted. She lifts her head to look up at the dark sky, wishing the clouds would split apart and act merciless upon her. Instead, they seem as if to slowly zip open, lightl...

"it's complete"

[ photo via pinterest ] writing. exhaling words onto paper inhaling the smell of ink scribbling furiously shoulders tensing the pencil stops dead in its tracks words are hard writing ceases days pass by no words are exhaled no ink is inhaled the author is taking a break dreams occur inspiration is sparked writing begins again and it doesn't stop "it's complete" two words that mean so much sentences build paragraphs that build chapters that build a book that build a lesson, a story my lesson to you is || don't ever give up thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

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