signing off

Hello to those of you who are still here. I want to begin by saying that I so appreciate you taking the time out of your busy day to visit my little corner of the world and read about my life. Usually, that either centres around my children, latest house renovation, recipe, and sometimes, my work.

Blogging is a dying art form. To call yourself a blogger these days is probably very rare; certainly not like it was six or seven years ago. I think almost everyone (and their pets) had a blog in 2015. Blogging back then was very community-orientated. The likes and the comments were abundant, the DIYs and OOTDs were in high gear, and everyone was logging onto the internet to read the latest posts from their favourite bloggers. I know that I certainly was.

As everything popular eventually fades, blogging is one such instance. Now it seems like almost no one reads a blog post unless it is linked through an Instagram story from a popular Influencer. Years ago, one of my posts would easily have over 30 likes and 12 comments. Now, I am lucky to get maybe five likes and any comments. Has my content changed? Not at all, but the world certainly has.

That is not to say that I am blogging for the likes and the comments. I have always regarded my blog more as a diary of my life. This is something that I have done since I was a young child. Only, rather than writing my day down with pen and paper, these days I did so by logging onto my computer and sharing it with a much bigger audience. I genuinely loved putting my life out there, for when the day comes when I am no longer here, my children (if they are still able) can read about me in the early stages of marriage, to home building, to having Remy, then Wilder, then Beau, and more. They can get a sense of who I was and how much I loved them. What started out selfishly became a love letter to my children and a showcase of the early years of their precious lives. That is what blogging was for me.

Now, I am just finding that I no longer have the passion that I once did. The drive that pushed me to start this blog in the summer of 2013; almost 10 years ago. I feel like I grew up on here, had my children, and now that we are probably done with that stage of life, it’s time for me to move on from here as well. I am crying as I write this, but I feel ready. Incredibly sad, but so ready.

So, dear friends and family, I truly thank you from the depths of my soul for tuning in as long as you did. I wrote for me, but I also wrote for you. Maybe you will see me here again, but if not, please take care of yourselves and live your lives to the fullest. It truly goes by quickly.

Have a wonderful New Year! All my best,


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  1. All the best in the future, Emory!


  2. Thank you for all of the wonderful posts you’ve shared with us these past few years. ✨❤


  3. Thank you. I loved reading your blog. I have a blog to and I agree th


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