more tears
September 6, 2011
i promise nothing bad has happened here.
i’m gratefully re-ensconced in my apartment,
keeping the cold at bay with a mixture of down,
french bulldog, and homework.
i took a wee break from reading what i’m supposed to read,
to catch up on those few blogs that make me smile.
but when i came to tina’s blog,
i could feel the cold-wet of tears in my eyes.
truly good blogs are a scarce these days,
blogs that post regularly enough to satisfy
and with quality content to merit their existence.
i try to share as much of myself on here as is safe.
i try not to hold back. (hell i was even naked once)
and it’s rare to find someone brave enough to expose themselves in that way, to let perfect strangers have access to your life
in a genuinely personal way.
and here we have tina,
not only writing a post so raw it moved me,
but sharing her life experiences in the colors she gives us.
a rare gem indeed.
don’t take it for granted.
Bitches Get Stitches 
September 6, 2011 at 4:14 pm
Thanks for sharing a lovely post. Don’t sell yourself short- I often find myself reflecting on your posts.
Off topic: good luck with that book. I read it while doing my undergrad and it wasn’t nearly as “very short” as I would have liked it to be.
September 6, 2011 at 5:13 pm
Thanks for pointing me there – it definitely moved me and resonated with my own inner color witch. (Although your post title scared the bejeebus out of me!)
September 6, 2011 at 8:50 pm
Ok…my mom met you at Sock Summit and was reading your blog. I don’t care about knitting at ALL, but I love this blog. You are a fantastic writer, and your post about losing Mo had me in tears. I am SO glad you found him, and I’m looking forward to following you!
September 6, 2011 at 10:41 pm
I bought my first socks that rock yarn at the Fiber Fest in Allegan! Nice to see what Tina is up to. Thanks for the link.
September 6, 2011 at 11:16 pm
1. You’re right. Tina’s entry is neat. Would love to visit the Blue Moon barn and hear all the stories about all the colorways — even those she deemed best to bury behind the barn!
2. WTF did you do to get such bad ju-ju over the weekend?!?!? Two suggestions: Take Mo to a remedial training class to make sure he knows the command “Speak”. Also, hide a copy of your housekey somewhere in your car — under the rear seat cushions, duct-taped to the bottom of the ashtray — and leave a copy with a good friend or your parents.
Also, it is now clear to me that your offsprung have your eyes. No wonder your Mom is crazy about Mo and Steven, Jr.!