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Well, the time has come at last... Yet Another Period Drama Blog is closing its doors. (I had to jump right into that or I might have a hard time saying it.) You probably saw this coming quite a long while ago, but it's finally time to make it official.
I won't be blogging at this location anymore, but I am still going to leave this blog up and running in case anyone wants to read old posts! Going forward, though, I hope you will join me at my new endeavor, The Bluestocking Dressmaker. For a number of reasons, I've decided that my life has moved on from the place that Yet Another Period Drama Blog used to fill, and though I still love it and the friends I've made from it, it's time for something new. We can't hang on forever to everything we started when we were sixteen, after all. ;) My new blog will (in the plans, anyway) cover everything from literature to TV and movies (sound familiar) to sewing endeavors to writing to politics (gasp) to theology to wedding anecdotes to flowers in church (I am for them). I hope you'll come and follow me there, and I look forward to seeing you around!
Oh, and for a more minute, day-to-day update (as far as my sewing goes, anyway) you can catch me on Instagram - and, less frequently, on Twitter.
Before I close this, I just want to wish everyone who is reading this post today, who will read it in the future, who has read this blog in the past and who will still come back from time to time to check the archives - thank you. Writing here has been a huge part of my growing-up years, and I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that, in its own small way, it has and continues to shape me into the person that I am now and want to be. Thank you for reading, for commenting, for writing your own posts that I've loved reading, for being here with me even briefly and also from the beginning.
This quote isn't the most fitting for the last post on a blog that only lived for six years and did not amount to much, but it came into my head as I was writing this, so it seemed appropriate to end this little note with the words of someone who writes so beautifully and put so much poignancy into the simplest of stories. (Hmmm, there's an idea for a future post...)
"Why did you do all this for me?” [Wilbur] asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.”
“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing."
~Charlotte's Web by E.B. White
