Dragonfly tagged me (in the sweetest way!) for this meme recently and Kellie at Don’t Look Now also tagged me (what, Kellie, last century??) for the 7 Things meme.
So for more scintillating information about ME, read on…

Why I started my blog ?

A few years ago we left New Zealand, where we had been living for nearly nine years, and moved back to Queensland. In New Zealand I was surrounded by a great group of creative and arty types who fed my soul and enthused over my creations and generally kept me going when I wanted to stop. I didn’t realise quite how much they contributed to my life until I found myself living in a remote outback town with no real soul mates. There were nice people there who welcomed me lovingly, but I felt cut adrift creatively. Then I discovered the world of blogs. What a revelation! I realised that this was a good way to get connected again with what I felt was missing in my life. And it has been in many many ways, including some surprising ones! I didn’t expect to meet my next batch of real-life friends via blogging, but that is exactly what happened.

How I came up with the name of my blog?

I had only been reading blogs for a matter of weeks before I started my own and so I hadn’t really thought about the significance of a blog’s name or, quite frankly, I would have tried harder to choose something more relevant and meaningful. As it was, I tried all the variations of my own name first and became increasingly frustrated to find them already taken. In sheer desperation I tried two lime leaves … and it took! I guess lime leaves because I have leaf shapes on so many of my projects, I like lime green, LOVE the smell of limes and two is my favourite number (I suppose!).

Do my friends and family know about my blog? What do they think of it?

Yes, I told everyone I knew that I had started a blog. You guys, who read blogs, will understand that I expected them all to be as excited about it as I was! It took a while to dawn on me that not everyone actually “gets” blogs and I don’t think all that many of my family and friends read it. Certainly very few of them ever comment. My sister reads it (Hi, M!) and she and my brother both have blogs. So do a couple of New Zealand friends. But mostly this world is self-contained and doesn’t overlap with my life pre-blogging.

How do I write my posts?

My posts are just something that has caught my attention for some reason. Either it’s a project I’m working on or a current issue or just me venting my opinionated self. What can I say? I like the sound of my own voice. I don’t think it’s too far from the truth when critics of blogging describe it as a narcissistic activity. Personally, I have no problem with that. I don’t think you meet many bloggers who are lacking in opinions or egos.

Ever had a troll or had to delete unkind comments?

Not one in two years. I’ve certainly seen a few around, but haven’t experienced it myself.

Do I check my stats? Do I care who/how many read my blog? Do I try to increase traffic?

Well, DUH. (refer to earlier answer re: ego) Except for the increase traffic bit. I don’t even know how to do that.

What I like and dislike about blogging?

Like: I am completely blown away by the friendships in this world. It’s one of those things that you just can’t explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced it, but there is a connection that happens and it’s real. It just makes stronger my belief that most people in the world are good and that we all pretty much want the same thing – to be understood and loved. We have such an opportunity with blogging to support and touch other people’s lives. And the sharing! My goodness! You should have seen the faces on the ladies at the Post Office when I explained to them that the parcel I just received from Ali was from someone I didn’t even know! And there have been so many others…

Dislike: only ONE thing that I can think of. I so badly want to respond to every comment and comment on every post that I read. But the truth is that it eats into my day like crazy and so I get very slack about it. Then I feel REALLY guilty and sad. It’s surprising to me over and over again just how good those comments make me feel and I am so very grateful for that.

Seven (more) Weird Things About Me:

1. I hate having sticky/dirty/wet stuff on my hands (except clay. That’s art so it’s OK) which makes me Tactile Defensive which is common in the Intellectually Impaired

2. I HAVE to wet my toothbrush before I put the toothpaste on it and then again after the toothpaste is on it. I just do.

3. I’m a folder not a scruncher. Oh. Shut. Up. If you didn’t want That Much Information you wouldn’t still be reading this far into the post.

4. I always shake the milk before I open the bottle and I won’t drink it if there is less than half a litre left in the bottle. I know I’m not alone here. One of you (and I can’t remember who) was waxing lyrical recently about how the last bit in the bottle is dirty. (who WAS that??) (I bet it was Sussanah)

5. I have never eaten, nor will I EVER eat an oyster. Why would anyone want to eat something that looks like infected dirty snot?

6. I despise tardiness in others and am late for almost every single deadline I ever have.

7. I don’t especially like talking on the phone for very long (unless it’s my sister or brother or other Important People). My ear gets sore.

Blogger, taggeth thyself.