Hi!
My Blog lives now for nearly 3 months.
I know that's not a very long time for a Blog. Nevertheless I'm very proud of it. In the beginning I wasn't sure if I could post an entry every week. I have a life outside the internet, although I sometimes doubt it. 
And my hobbies are chaotic. I love doing certain things for a few weeks and after that, everything is boring. I feared that would be the case with the Blog.
But until now it's really great!
I've a few regular readers. If you keep in mind, that this is only a Blog about hobbys and you don't get every time a new pattern or something like this, that's a lot. 
I was so motivated, that I returned after a long time to DeviantArt. I was never in groups and only thought that my texts were too bad, that anyone would ever read them.
But I began to search for groups and found them! I love every single group I'm a member of, they are all great and the deviants who work there are very friendly and supportive.
I searched for german groups, as I write in german and english. My favourite one in the moment is 
I got to their page and immediately felt welcome.
At first it was all about getting the texts to other people, so they could read them and say something about them. I know that pictures are much better, than texts. It doesn't take so much time to look at a great picture, but it does take time to read a longer text and to see, that it's a great one. It’s significantly faster to recognize a bad text.
It was in this process that I got to know at least three wonderful people until now.
The first is Supach
She writes to express her feelings about the death of her husband. I was moved from the first text I read and I love how she writes.
Another wasted dayI was your Girlfriend and lover,
your fiancèe, your wife,
your best friend, your partner
and the mother of your child.
The one who cooked your dinner
when you came home from work,
kept your home and clothes clean
and always liked to talk.
I showed great understanding,
I think I knew you blind,
loving and respectful,
Yeah these words come to mind.
I was so proud to know you,
be part of your exciting life,
your friends became my friends
I was so happy being your wife.
I then became the worrier,
your carer, your nurse
turned to God almighty
prayed to end this curse.
I agonise at losing you,
it's really hard to bear
and what my future has in store,
I somehow just don't care.
I sit now in the quietness
of another wasted day
I wonder really who I am,
Cos,I've lost Me along the way.
A poem by Suzanne 2nd June 2014
I could feel with her, in some way and I got angry as she wrote, that some people think she should be alrights by now again. There's no period of time after you've to finish grieving. I still mourn for the relatives I lost and I've the right to do this as long as I feel it. So has Supach.
Supach, I hope you don't let them tell you what you have to feel. 
I discovered a few more great pieces she wrote.
Coffee cups and diamond rings
Left sitting on a heap of things,
from coffee cups to diamond rings,
all bittersweet memories,
these have no worth now for me.
With nothing we come into this world
and with nothing we must leave
left behind is a wealth of things
and loved ones full of grief.
We drink our morning coffee,
I watch your handsome face
and this tiny box held in your hand
by my cup you did place.
My face flush with excitement
you smile and say " Darling,
would you like to be my wife
and proudly wear my ring?"
Left sitting on a heap on things,
from coffee cups to diamond rings.
What`s so precious now to me,
is this treasured memory.
A poem by Suzanne karbach 6th June 2014
Cross my heartCross my heart
and hope to die,
I never thought
we´d say goodbye.
I promise honey
I´m being good,
I´d be with you
if I could
but I must wait
till God decides,
to place me once more
by your side.
Cross my heart
I still love you so,
missing you,
you have to know.
The place in my heart
that you once filled,
is longing for you
and always will.
Cross my heart,
it hurts so much,
not to feel your gentle touch,
not to hear your wonderful laughter,
stuck here in this life ever after.
Cross my heart
this life goes on,
even if we want or not.
Happy or sad,
fate decides
if we live or if we die.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach 15th July 2014
And after a time, I looked around in her gallery and realized: she makes so much more!!
At first I really like her drawings!
She's a very kind person so I asked her, if she would like to draw me a penguin. Why? I like how she draws and I'm totally obsessed with penguins! (In case you didn’t noticed before ) This is the result:
They are now my desktop background and I'm sooo happy about it!!! 
A newer one is this wonderful penguin:
That's my Pike, out of my story!!! We finally met face to face!
And I want to show you the last bear she submitted here:
She knitted it and I think he looks really amazing, not like he’s knitted. He looks like a cute, cuddly bear 
Then she began to read my texts and corrected a few errors.
I didn't asked her to do this, she simply did it and I was happy about it. I'm still very thankful! She's a wonderful person. If she didn’t corrected a few errors, I would’ve never asked her to do this.
So, in some way it was her own fault. I decided to translate my penguin story in english. And she already had corrected my work, so I asked her to do it again, this time with whole chapters. I was very nervous, because I didn't want to stress her out and she shouldn't read something she didn't like!
But she said Yes!!!
Aaahhh, that's so great!! 
You have to know, she's a british woman who lives in germany. This way I can send her both texts, my german one and my translation, and she can understand what I want to say!
It’s great to know her and if you don’t already know her and her work, you should take a look at her gallery!
Have a wonderful day!
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