Blogs are dead

Wow! I didn’t mean to leave you waiting for so long for a blog post. This that mean blogs are dead? The last 12 months were packaged full with a lot of new projects, most of them handmade, creative or diy projects that I felt I could not stop feeding.

The years of 2020 and 2021 changed me a lot as well as my priorities. I am not trying to redeem myself or excuse me. This went as it should be, and one thing I am now more aware of is of what this blog means to me. Regarding this, I visited it so many times in the last 6 months and really enjoyed traveling through it as a reader. I made so many things through out the years and now everything is crystalized here. I am so proud! It really inspired me. So, in the end the last year, I took some time to think about it! Here are my thoughts.

“Blogs are dead!”

Many say that “blogs are dead”. Are they really? I read a lot of them, as well as other formats too and I think blogs are the closest to “home” you can find online these days. Other platforms don’t feel as yours as this one. During the last two years I saw many blogger friends turning themselves to Instagram, Youtube, etc and thrive. I am not that smart on social networks. I am not, I struggle a lot posting on social media. Don’t get me wrong: these are awesome platforms and I do consume and learn a lot from them. And I should use them much more than I do. But I am mostly a “word” person and so I feel better blogging, even if blogs are dead.

The online world also changed

Two years ago the world changed and in just a few weeks we directed ourselves online for work, communication, entertainment, etc. Online social media platforms were the intermediators between us, people, economy and even nature… Every single marketing strategy was moving from the streets to online.

Following this, I started to see that I was consuming my favorite content while being pushed to the marketing strategies I have always hated. I am an advertising rebel. I stopped watching TV and listen to radio many years ago. Just because the quality rate between advertising and actual content stressed me out: the sound, the colors, the scenes, the lack of creativity  and the obnoxious time it takes for so little content (most of the times very poor quality content at least here in Portugal). Don’t get me wrong: I recognize the power of advertising and I thing it can be an awesome thing. But today, most of it, it is not.

A dependence relationship

I could ramble about this for hours but I am not going to. My point here is that I have seen my favorite bloggers, who consciously choose to advertise or be sponsored by products or companies in which they really believe, being hit, by inappropriate dramatic advertising. Most of these products don’t even merge within their content. They take more and more time for the consumer and are literally using the boost of these bloggers content just to making it a lower experience.

Some bloggers and content creators really suffered a lot with this: they got trapped in a relationship that started fine and sane but that is just getting more and more possessive. Some are just cutting the umbilical cord but many others are not in a position of doing that. In addition, people being stuck and devoting many time to online consumerism triggered many trolls and judgmental reactions to other peoples ways of living.

People were consuming everything: the things they love and the things they don’t love without any criteria and literally pushing down anything that was either different from the way they do things or everything they ever dreamed of. Two things were triggering this attitude: difference and envy, even that we commonly chose to read them as “tradition” and “humbleness”. So we judge. It’s the human nature. But as humans, we always get to choose how we read our own attitudes. 

What about me?

While being an introvert I typically isolate myself from those type of self expression. I know it does me no good. Any good. I can imagine what it does to those creators that somehow depend on their content to keep a living;  I advocate of positive feedback; I choose not to comment if I have nothing good to say; I chose to support them if I can so that they can deliver; I am happy for their success; I learn from them. You see, as humans, the quality of their content often depends of the people on the other side of this conversation. May be it shouldn’t, but It is, as any other type of relationship. Both expect, both sides expect.

The other flippy side of this is this algorithm thing that is just another lucky game: no-one ever knows what is coming. The pandemic showed us that you cannot take anything for granted but also showed us the things in which we can always rely on. Algorithms also show us that you cannot take anything for granted but are unable to catch any type of reliability. Its a constant game with changing rules every minute. As Nature shows us: I thing its not worth the energy. We have limited energy anyways. 

Make independence, not war.

These days I see many content creators turning they efforts to a more curated audience and to independent production. I guess they believe that it is more rewarding to expect from their people (people seem to be at least an inch more reliable these days) than random algorithms. If you love the game, just play it. Don’t ever depend on it. And this is something I am taking for live: dependence is only healthy if you can rely on things no matter what. So, for now, the things I am blogging about will focus independence and self esteem. I will curated my space more, share my thoughts more and provide more to my subscribers. I will keep posting, although more occasionally, about homemaking, skills, tutorials, slowing down, nature connection and create an independent living and a space in which we can all rely. Let’s move on.

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Knit a Sweater during lockdown!

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It was my turn to have a handknitted sweater!

After risking a child’s size, I had to put into practice what I had learned and knit a sweater for myself. I did it during the last months of 2020. It was a piece of joy to wear it in the first months of 2021. Despite the unique year that we went through, 2021 brought us knowledge and perspective.

Materials and patterns to knit a sweater

My hand knitted sweater was made using the Fortune Sweater pattern by PetiteKnit. I used double yarn from Isager Yarn’s Silk Mohair yarn in color 00. It is light, does not itch and is so warm that it made me forget the cold of a lockdown winter.

How to “knit a sweater” during lockdown?

After finishing my knit sweater, I think I placed more confidence in myself, a reflection of what has been happening throughout this pandemic period. It is true that all our plans left us last year: ones more than others. But there are always dreams to chase that keep us whole. It is just a matter of opening horizons and, “knitting one point after another”. We are on our way to materialize a project that is increasingly bigger. Our “handmade sweater”.

What seemed like a huge disaster in March 2020 forced us to be resilient. Forced us to reorder and refocus the contents of our daily lives. It also forced us create new dreams and new challenges for which we had to count on ourselves and on those with whom we cannot part with. Don’t get me wrong: I won’t be missing this crazy period. Nothing can erases the suffering so many of us have been through. Is was like an earthquake that hit the whole entire world. But it is a period to show us what we are capable of: to surpass, to discover and use our hands to make dreams come true.

An emotional review of my handknitted sweater


I took these pictures on the first day that the sun peeked out after two big winter storms. My sweater felt like a hot cloud against the harsh climate, the icy waves the sand full of marine litter that did not stop arriving … It was like a raw reflection (that I preferred to assume in the photos) of the impact that we have on the world. A harm that didn’t pause in the middle of a global pandemic.

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Giveaway: stay at home illustration!

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Os últimos meses têm sido sem precedentes. Foi-nos pedido que ficássemos em casa e mantivéssemos a distância social, mesmo com os nossos entes mais queridos. Creio que ainda estarão para vir mais impactos deste momento. E isso faz-nos refletir sobre a forma como levamos as nossas vidas. Desenganem-se os que pensam que estamos em casa “sem fazer nada”. Uma parte de nós está a trabalhar responsavelmente a partir de casa, com as dificuldades e exigências que isso também acarreta. Outra parte viu-se na função completamente alheia de gerir o ensino em casa junto dos mais novos. Outra parte perdeu o emprego… Na verdade, apenas uma pequena parte “usufruiu” deste momento sem qualquer tipo de preocupações. Mas, a todos, sobrou um pouco mais de tempo consigo mesmo: ou porque as viagens para o trabalho foram evitadas, porque as actividades foram canceladas ou porque o distanciamento social assim o obrigou. E mesmo isso não é recebido por todos da mesma forma: não estamos habituados a estar connosco.
Mas, sem esquecer a parte cruel de um momento tão frágil, resolvi pintar uma ilustração na qual uma grande parte de nós se poderá rever, aqui ou ali, e lembrar que estar connosco não tem de ser uma tarefa difícil, mas pode ser um momento de maior aprendizagem e refúgio se soubermos rodear-nos de bem estar.
Fiz até um curto vídeo de um timelapse de como foi pintar esta peça e oferecer-vos como um pequeno momento algo terapêutico!

E porque estes são sentimentos que todos partilhamos, vou oferecer esta ilustração através de um giveaway no meu Instagram. Para se habilitarem a ganhar esta ilustração original devem cumprir os seguintes requisitos: seguir-me no Instagram, gostar da publicação do giveaway lançada com o hashtag #therabbitholeblogstaysathome, comentar essa mesma publicação com o nome de 3 novos amigos com quem gostassem de partilhar o perfil do blog. Podem participar o número de vezes que desejarem aumentando assim a vossa chance de ganhar. O giveaway está aberto até às 23h59m59s (UTC) do dia 3 de Maio e é válido para todo o mundo! Boa sorte e obrigada por continuarem desse lado!

The past few months don’t have precedents. We were asked to stay at home and maintain social distance, even with our loved ones. I believe that more impacts are yet to come from this moment. And that makes us think about the way we live our lives. Let those who think that we are at home “doing nothing” be disappointed. A part of us is working responsibly from home, with the difficulties and demands that this also entails. Another part of us found themselves in the role of managing homeschooling with the youngest generations. Another part of us lost their job… In fact, only a small part “enjoyed” this moment without any worries. But everyone had a little more time with themselves: because trips to work were avoided, because activities were canceled or because the social distance forced us to do so, and even that is not received by everyone in the same way: we are not used to be with ourselves.
Without forgetting the cruel part this fragile moment, I decided to paint an illustration in which a large part of us can recognize, here or there, and remember that being with us does not have to be a difficult task. It can be a moment of greater learning and refuge if we know how to surround ourselves with well-being.
I even filmed a short timelapse for you of how it was to paint this piece and provide you a small therapeutic moment!

And because these are feelings that we all share, I will offer this illustration through a giveaway on my Instagram. For you to qualify to win this original illustration, you must meet the following requirements: follow me on Instagram, like the giveaway publication launched with the hashtag #therabbitholeblogstaysathome, comment on that same publication with the name of 3 new friends with whom you would like to share the blog profile. You can participate as many times as you wish to increase your chance of winning. The giveaway is open until 11:59:59 pm (UTC) of May 3 and is valid for everyone in the world! Good luck and thank you for stopping buy!

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Stay at home: everything is gonna be okay.

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Decidi escrever este post porque estes são tempos desconcertantes: o estado de emergência devido à pandemia mundial de COVID-19 deu a volta às nossas vidas e cobre a maior parte das nossas preocupações. Ora, aqui eu não vou falar da pandemia, daquilo que podia ter sido feito, dos nossos descuidos como sociedade. Não vou falar das complicações do tele-trabalho, daqueles que ficaram sem trabalho, daqueles que já não aguentam os filhos em casa, dos pais que deixam os filhos loucos, das férias que deixaram de se fazer e os planos que ficaram parados. Não vou falar das corridas estapafúrdias ao supermercado, nem das pessoas que, de forma egotista, ignoram as medidas de contenção. Nem tão pouco vou falar na falta de ética jornalística e deturpação do profissionalismo nesta área. Não vou falar da falta de confiança dos patrões nos seus trabalhadores, não vou falar dos abusos de quem fica em casa, não vou sequer tocar no assunto do futuro da economia… Venho apenas observar as coisas boas, a metade do copo que, apesar de tudo continua cheia.

Hoje acordei com o chilrear das aves mais perto da minha janela do que o habitual. Ouvi-as piar durante mais tempo pela manhã. Os seus cantos parecem-me mais variados e indiciam a sua diversidade. Vi bolinhas de sabão caídas do céu numa tarde de sol. Vi mensagens de vizinhos escritas à mão. Ouvi cantar. Vi pais a correr com filhos adolescentes e uma mãe a tentar andar de skate. Vi um aluno de artes pintar o por-do-sol. Um casal a lanchar junto ao estuário depois de correr. Não ouvi nada, nada, a partir das 20h. Ouvi palmas apenas. Senti o ar mais leve, menos poluído. Ouvi rir. Vi receitas, flores e livros serem partilhados. Senti o leve aroma do pão quente e do bolo de chocolate acabado de sair do forno. Deixei o guarda roupa fechado e abri o armário das lãs, dos tecidos, dos pincéis e aguarelas, destapei a máquina de costura. Remendei uma baínha e acabei projetos antigos. Senti uma enorme vontade de estar lá fora e alguma angústia de saber que esta primavera que começa terá de ser um forçoso prolongamento do tempo de inverno, em casa. Mas lembrei-me que o Inverno tem sido cada vez mais sobre a temperatura e as chuvas do que verdadeiro tempo de recolhimento: não há diferença na nossa sociedade entre os comportamentos de inverno e de verão. Estamos tão trocados como as estações do ano devido às alterações climáticas. Até que nos chega algo, neste caso invisível mas poderoso, que nos obriga a ceder e a incorporar um “inverno” nas nossas vidas predefinidas. Abala tudo é certo mas, se quisermos olhar para ele com verdadeiro significado, deixemos abraçar-nos pela calma que, mais do que a preocupação, nos salva dia após dia. O inverno acabou cá fora mas a nossa natureza humana pede-nos um hibernar mais prolongado para um despertar mais intenso. Vai ficar tudo bem.

I decided to write this post because these are strange times: the state of emergency due to the global pandemic of COVID-19 bounced back our lives and covers most of our concerns. Now, I am not going to talk about the pandemic, about what could have been done, about our carelessness as a society. I am not going to talk about the complications of home-work, of those who lost their job already, of those who can no longer bear their children at home, the parents who drive their children crazy. The canceled holidays and the plans that have been paused. I am not going to talk about the stupid assaults to the supermarket, nor about the people who ignore the contingency measures. I will not mention the lack of journalistic ethics, the misrepresentation and the lack of professionalism in this area. I’m not going to talk about the bosses’ lack of confidence in their workers, I’m not going to talk about the abuses of those who stay at home, I’m not even going to talk about the future of our “beloved” economy… I am just noticing the half of the cup that remains full.

Today I woke up to the birds chirping closer to my window than the usual. I heard them chirp longer in the morning. Its songs seem to me more diverse and indicate the wonder of urban biodiversity. I saw soap bubbles falling from the sky on a sunny afternoon. I saw handwritten messages from neighbors. I heard someone sing. I saw parents running with teenage children and a mother trying to skate. I saw an art student painting the sunset. A couple snacking by the estuary after their running workout. I didn’t hear anything, anything, after 8pm. I heard only people clapping. I felt the air lighter, less polluted. I heard you laugh. I saw recipes, flowers and books being shared. I smelled the light aroma of hot bread and freshly baked chocolate cake. I left the wardrobe closed and opened the drawer were I keep the wool, fabrics, watercolors and brushes and I uncovered my sewing machine. I mended a seam and finished old projects. I felt a great desire to be outside and some sadness to know that the Spring that has just begun will have to be a compelling extension of Winter time, at home. But I remembered that Winter has been more and more about temperature and rain than the actual recollection time: there is no difference in our society between Winter and Summer behaviours. We are as puzzled as the seasons due to the climate change. Until something comes: invisible but powerful. Something that forces us to be as humans as we can be and accept a “winter” in our predefined lives. It shakes everything up, but if we want to look at it with real meaning, let us embrace the calm that, more than worry, saves us day after day. Winter has ended outside, but our human nature calls for a longer hibernation and a more intense awakening. Everything is gonna be okay.

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