Everyday Crochet is moving!

Speaking as someone who has done her share of moving, this is not going to be fun. Shifting a simple crochet blog from one URL to a new domain cannot be compared to the heavy lifting involved with moving house, but for me the technical aspects of figuring out the new stuff is just as much work as physically packing boxes and loading furniture.  I have moved house perhaps 16 times in my life.  This is my first time moving a stupid blog and it's more aggravating than all those combined.

My new location is much easier to remember, actually, and it more closely matches the way people search for... and eventually stumble onto... my blog.  That's according to the stats. Shoot, I don't know how you guys found me here in the first place since I am so clueless about social media and tags and search engine stuff.  I never want to type in new addresses.  Honestly, I can't visit anywhere on the net without clicking links or copying and pasting URL addresses into the browser because that string of letters, slashes and numbers is all gobbledygook to me.  My eyes sort of glaze over. Bookmarks are my friend. So now I am terrified that nobody will be able to find my new home because I don't know how to tell everyone.  All I can do is pray that you guys remember to update your bookmarks.

Funny how my memory is selective.  I can remember and recite without hesitation my address (including the zip code) and phone number from a home 28 years ago. I can remember the first address I ever had to remember, and that was before there were zip codes. I know the license plate from my second car.  I'm pretty sure I could dial my locker combination from eighth grade but I can't prove that. On the other hand, don't ask me what my current cell phone number is.  Do you have to look at your cell screen to find your own number, too?  My partner has his number scrawled on a bit of tape stuck to the back of his cell.   We do what we have to do.


There was a time when all you really had to have firmly in your head was your home address, one home phone number and maybe your Social Security number.  And, no I wasn't around before there were Social Security numbers.  Today my brain is stretched to the limit with multiple phone numbers, e-mail addresses, usernames, account sign-in names, passwords, PIN numbers. Not one hour of my day goes by when I am not asked for some kind of ID or number.  I know you're never supposed to write all this stuff down or keep it stored anywhere but in your head.  I'm convinced that's why I can't remember what I had for lunch today.  I really believe that there is a finite amount of accessible hard drive memory and that once I reach capacity I can't put anything in there without kicking something out.  So in order to remember my new web domain, I have to lose where I put my glasses.

Therefore, I do not expect any of you to remember where this blog is going, at least not right away.  I plan to leave these pages, posts and links here for a while before shutting down, bye-bye.  So if you keep coming back here because you forget that I have moved, lucky you.  Maybe you're still holding the memory of what you had for lunch!