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An Award (times two!), I’m very honoured…

My blog is the perfect representation of my life… a yearning for variety, and the avoidance (at all costs) of a regimented schedule.

The result: one day I will be looting paddocks for discarded, rusty, wire fencing then stuffing wonton wrapper with chunks of dark chocolate (and documenting it all here along the way).

Surprisingly, if you met me in my professional work environment, I am quite the opposite…. focused, running from meeting to meeting, hitting deadlines – very regimented! It’s taken me a while, but I’ve finally realised I am the opposite at home in an attempt to keep some kind of sanity balance in my life.

I’ve always wondered what people think of my blog, why they read it, and do I make readers dizzy jumping from fondants to chair painting?

That’s why it was such a thrill to have been nominated not once, but twice by two very talented, fellow bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award… and a relief that at least two people out there enjoy my versatility, here’s what The Common Tarte wrote to accompany their nomination:

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Circle of Friends Award

This post is dedicated to my long-time school friend Chris (AKA Twirling Betty http://www.twirlingbetty.com.au). She has been twirling away on her blog for many more months than I have… and was in fact the reason I started Hey Bernice! five months ago. Over coffee one day (whilst discussing her new blog) she said to me ‘you should start a blog’ which was all that was required to get me started.

I had a few mental hurdles to overcome before I took the plunge into the blogshere….

I didn’t know what to write about (I have never been short of a word, so not sure why I thought I would be short of something to write!)
If I started a blog, what was I going to call it (not a good enough reason not to do it)
I didn’t think I was a writer (I soon worked out that if I talked in my head, then typed it down I could overcome that hurdle)
Not only was I not a writer, how could I be sure anyone would want to read what I wrote (I also realised it didn’t matter, as long as I was still enjoying it)