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Just another bored mommy blogger...

I was researching a book where it's origins was a blog that had become popular.  This seems to be a common path these days amongst the blogs that specifically focus on a certain topic.

I was reading the review of a book where it's origins had been an-obscure-blog-turned-popular and came across a scathing remark.  It was along the lines of ... another book and another blog from another bored mommy blogger.  And I thought - geez, that's me.  I might not have a book out (yet! :) hahaha) but my blog is just another in a long line of (bored, maybe) mommy bloggers.  And so I had yet another excuse to step away from the computer and from my blog.

But this is the thing about blogging, including bored mommy blogging.  It's a connection.  By frequenting other blogs, I get to connect with other people out there.  And I get to connect in a most efficient manner.  I don't need the small talk.  I don't need the oops-that-was-a-taboo-subject moments.  I don't need to be polite about delving deeper or walking away.  If I like your blog, I will read it and, if I don't then I move on.  So efficient!  And I soooo love efficiency!

And if you like my blog and we're connecting, then I'm happy that you're here reading away.  But if you don't and you just walk away, then I'm none the wiser.  But I want to continue to blog on the off chance that there will be a connection.  Because connections are important no matter how you come about them.

Face-to-face contact does have a place in my life, but, at this point in my life, I am really struggling with this medium.  Too much that I want to do on my own and not enough me to do it... hehe, juggling 3 kids and I still manage to be selfish.

Anyway, enough blithering with random thoughts.

Here's something that's no so random... and which I have fallen in love with again.  Print Gocco!

Print Gocco!  Print Gocco!  Go go go Print Gocco!  (As she dances around in her spotty slippers and pjs).  Booty time!  (Onto the Cameron Diaz booty move from Charlie's Angels as she answers the door with the postman on the other side).

When I went on a holiday in Japan with my Dear Husband (then Dear Boyfriend), my sneaky suggestive sis asked me if I had heard of Print Gocco.  After a few internet searches I was hooked on the concept and bought one in Japan and then lugged it around for the rest of the trip.    On coming home, I used it ONCE - to trial it and I made 10 cards.

My sis (you know, the sneaky suggestive one) managed to use it for her wedding.

And now, 6 years on, and I've finally really "got it" and I love it.

This was part of a birthday present... personalised paper.




And I was so excited about it, I convinced Little Miss M that she needed some too.

It's so easy, that I even let her do the printing herself!

 


More on the rest of the present later.  

That's it for now.  (Hmmm... quite abruptly) I've run out of things to write.  If this was a face-to-face social situation, my eyes would be glazing over and my mind onto the next ten things that I want to do. See, I told you, selfish!

Print Gocco supplies are now being hoarded around the world as the parent company has disbanded this line of printing.  So, I'll be experimenting more in the near future on how to keep using my Print Gocco.  Stay tuned.

Print Gocco!  Print Gocco!  Go go go Print Gocco! 

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