I never have anything to say. I wonder if these blog entries (if you can call them that) are just a way for me to get attention. Why am I always so cryptic? I always leave something out. I want attention from mom. I am not her favorite child. I used to think I was. I'm not. I wonder if I am interested in sewing solely to receive praise from her. It seems like the most likely option with each day that passes.
blank blank blank blank Fiona Apple plays in the background. I don't pay attention to lyrics. I stay for the beat. blank blank I hate the idea that i'm not sincerely interested in sewing and that I'm only in it for the praise. Sickens me a little. Blank blank blank song ended.

I think it's natural to want a little praise and attention, at any age. Children constantly clamor for you to Watch THIS! As they do some little stunt or something. Nothing wrong with that in moderation.

As far as blogs go... I ask myself the same question from time to time.

We all want our parent's attention and recognition, maybe especially if they are not particularly good at giving it naturally... And it is totally of our time to want feedback for what we do, most younger people with a computer has Facebook and are addicted to "likes". But for you to become happy in the long run, you have to do what makes YOU happy. Does sewing give you joy? If you only do it to make your mum happy, that makes you very kind, but it also takes away a lot of your own potential. And most mothers would like to see their children enjoy what they do, whatever it is. And if they don't, that is actually their problem. Get to know yourself better, I would say. (Easier said than done, I know that) But then you will know why you are doing it. And I totally dig your proverb btw, I think I might have to post it on Facebook for some likes;)