I have no idea what happened there. One day I was packing my stuff for The Rally and having a minor anxiety attack and then a lot of things happened really quickly and I just kept packing and unpacking until just now when I was I was sitting down to do the meal plan for the week and thinking “someone should really clean this pit of a house” and I wrote the date at the top and was stunned. September? How is it September? Can anyone tell me what the H E double hockey sticks happened to half of August? I remember dashing from one thing to the next, I remember being happy… and the house is thoroughly trashed with a camp stove in the kitchen, and if I flip through the photos on my phone I think I can piece it all together- but before I tell you anything else, I want to tell you the story of the Rally.
Leading up to the thing I was a ball of anxiety, but I was playing it cool. (Here, if the blog had volume you’d be able to hear my friends and family laughing uproariously at the idea that I’ve ever been able to mask even three seconds of anxiety but it doesn’t so whatever.) Setting aside concerns about a surge or a variant making it hard to hold the event at all, the realities of the Rally taking place during the seventh wave of this thing made everything a little harder. I was anxious about training, anxious about fundraising, and it wasn’t just me. As a group, Team Knit was, as I said last time I posted, undertrained, underprepared, and kinda freaked out. The first Rally back in three years and while we were all looking forward to being together, to seeing people we hadn’t seen in years, to shaking off a little of the inertia that’s been over all of us like a blanket, complexity was everywhere and I know we were all hoping the pandemic would be a little more over before we gave it a go. Our gallop towards a glorious return was more like a limp.
Then, seven weeks before the Rally, Cam got Covid. At first it seemed like it might just interrupt his training (or delay starting it, more like) but Cam’s a strong healthy guy (also vaxxed to the maxx) who rides his bike most days. He could squeak by. I’ll spare you any details of his illness – all you need to know is that he was still feeling horrible at the five week mark, and when it came to riding, he simply could not. Two weeks before the rally a 20 minute bike ride left him flattened and feeling like he might perish entirely. A week before every time he tried the same thing happened and I suppose that’s when we all started wondering if he’d be able to do it at all. If you can’t make it to the corner, can you make it to Montreal? He mentioned switching to crew – and then we talked about not trying anymore. Giving up on training. Almost no training can happen in a week, we hypothesized, but a lot of healing could, if he really leaned into resting. (Like me, resting is not Cameron’s best thing, but he did have viral help.) When the day of the Rally came, he’d get on his bike and… try? Fake it till you make it, we said. Cam rested. We all crossed fingers and toes and knitting needles.
At departure nobody said anything about it. We hugged and were all so glad to see each other and we were so thrilled to be able to see people we hadn’t seen in years, and even though Ken had only been gone a little over a week I was so delighted to see him, and I was proud of Pato for committing to turning up at all. (Pato remains young, and has super limited time off work, he was able to join us for the first day only.) We got on our bikes and rode. It was hot.
No – wait. That’s an understatement. It was unbelievably hot. It was so hot that I ran out of words to describe the heat and resorted to simple swearing. There was a humidex of 42 degrees (that’s 107F for our American friends) and I don’t think I’ve ever come closer to melting. There were moments that I really wasn’t sure any of us would make it – never mind Cam, but every time I looked around – all of Team Knit was still present and accounted for.
We made it into camp- a meadow atop a cliff overlooking the lake, and (after getting cleaned up) we took this picture and suddenly I felt the anxiety begin to wash away. Cam was fine. Well, he was stupid tired but he was there and mostly upright – and I started to think he might make it through the next day, and Pato and Ken were fine and somehow I was fine and for a little while, just a few minutes, it felt like the before times. It felt like the rally.
The next day definitely felt like the rally. It was the longest day of riding and helplessly and as per tradition, I had a bit of a weep at lunch. That day is exhausting. It’s 125km (that’s about 78 miles) and if any part of it is a long, dark, tea-time of the soul for me it is that day. I find Day Two so hard that when I am finished it I feel like the rally is “mostly done” even though there’s four days of hard riding ahead. Through the middle part of the day I’m always suffering enough that it takes some strategies to get through. After a few years of less than joyful Day Two’s – I’ve convinced myself it is a good time to purposefully practice gratitude and reflect on my good luck. (I used to practice foul language and reflect on how much my arse hurts but it’s much better this way.) I think on the privilege of being able to raise money this way, on being lucky enough to have a network of knitters who care to help me change things that need changing and help people who need helping. I take good looks at the people around me and consider how wonderful the world is that there are this many people in it who just want to make things better and are willing to sweat for it. I listen for dings on my phone and think about how much I think you are all spectacular people. I stop at every break. I tell my friends I love them and I think they’re great. I try to tell some strangers too.
It takes the edge off. (Also it was hot that day too.)
The third day I reflected on how I’m pretty sure Brandon and Barrett just like taking this picture so they feel tall.
The fourth day Team Knit proudly wore their Top Fundraiser jerseys and we loved the daylights out of all of you. Evey person who helped us stand there – we don’t feel like we raise money at all, but that we’re just lucky that knitters are such powerhouses. (We also enjoy the look on other riders faces when we tell them that knitting is our secret weapon, and knitters our force.) The astute among you will notice that Cam is still upright and even looks pretty good, Long-ish-Covid be damned.
The fifth day I took almost no pictures, except for this terrible picture of a very happy Cameron.
He is happy because this day, he was first into camp. Every year on day five, Cam goes flat out, a little test of his riding daring-do. I had no idea if he’d manage this year or even try but he did, and was first and was so delighted with himself that it was almost obnoxious. (To protect himself from any feelings anyone might have about this prowess Cam set up everyone’s tent before we got there. The whole team. Sixteen tents. He’s got great instincts.)
Day six – the last day, Day six we rode into Montréal, and I cried.
I cried because I was glad it was over and exhausted. I cried out of relief that I was done, but mostly I cried because the whole time I’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop and it turned out somehow that there wasn’t another shoe at all.
Usually I tell you what theme revealed itself to me during the ride. There always is one. Some years it’s about friendship, or finding strength you didn’t know you had, or learning how to rely on myself a little more, or the satisfaction of accomplishing something so enormous… for the last two years it’s had a lot to do with compromise, of doing the best you can despite things not working out, learning somehow to (somewhat) cheerfully make the most of a crappy situation over and over and over again. This years theme was more subtle, but I’ve found it to be achingly beautiful in the context of what we’ve all been through and I know I talked a lot about Cam, but that’s because he was a metaphor for the whole amazing realization:
Sometimes things work out, and maybe things are getting better.
There is no doubt we’re still in a pandemic, there was evidence of that throughout – people who missed the ride because they didn’t get better and still had long covid, some people caught covid right before and couldn’t come, and there were vulnerable people who couldn’t take the risk of coming at all, and I know that they probably aren’t feeling as reassured as I am that things are getting better. I know that there are still thousands of people dying of covid in the world every day… I know that 400 Americans died today – and yesterday, and every day of the Rally and I am quite sure their families don’t feel my renewed sense of optimism, and I’m so sorry for them. I’m not saying this is over, or that I won’t keep doing my best not to get covid so I can’t give it, but I am saying that for six days we rode our bikes, we funded PWA for another year with our efforts and your amazing donations, and despite its best efforts, covid didn’t stop us.
After two and half years of cancellations and sadness and grief and disappointment and worrying about what might happen to the clients at PWA if we couldn’t find a way through all this… it worked out, and things were better, and that was our amazing theme.
From the bottom of all our hearts, thank you for helping us hold on. Cam would set up your tent if he was there.
Let us not forget that you also successfully clipped and unclipped several thousand times. Things are looking up.
Good point!
I had the same thought! Dominate those clips,!!
Congratulations to all of you for your perseverance, success and general human kindness. Hurray! you did it! Good on ya!
So lovely to hear from you again and congrats to you and the team on participating in a one in a hundred year set of circumstances. So brave.
You never fail to amaze me with your Rally rides. Hoorah for all of you that tolerate unbelievable heat and hurt to raise funds. The money you raise does wonderful things for people who need it so badly. Congratulations on your successful Rally and ride.
Congratulations! Your rally theme this year made me cry a little bit.
Me too!
Thank you Team Knit for all of your hard work!
Very happy to send a ding and a donation.
keep well
You look awesome and buff (even if not tall) in that amazing red dress! luvluvluvc
Yay, Team Knit! You did it! Congratulations on finishing the rally!
(Joe has really got to stop letting the dust bison run around the house when you’re not home.)
Oh, thank you so much, Stephanie. The pictures were amazing, and I love all of you. Thank you, thank you.
Such happy photos!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you all for a terrific job! I watched the weather and it looked horrendous. Giving to PWA was the least your knitting posse could do!
Congratulations to ALL of you! (And us). Thank you for telling us this year’s story.
Congratulations to you all!
Bravo, Stephanie. You should be as proud as ever for what you and Team Knit have accomplished.
I missed the month entirely. But I bet it’s never too late to give. Does the old link work?
PS love those smiles, best I’ve seen in ages.
You did it! Again!
(Also I want to read your thoughts on the Queen’s passing.)
I got Covid mid May and still get headaches almost every day..sometimes Migraine strength. Today I woke up without one for the first time in 6 weeks..and the day is a little brighter and a little shinier.
Like Cam, I keep going, thinking that if I try harder to get better it will help. I guess it can’t hurt but I weep sometimes but like you don’t give up. Because of your words I will try to be less angry because that doesn’t help either.
Congrats on your ride, it was a pleasure to donate.
Well done, Team Knit! So very proud of you!
It’s been really hard lately and I really needed this post. I’m so proud of you all!
YOU ARE AMAZING (also Cam and all the others)! I am so damn proud of you, and the Queen would have been too.
Reading this year’s story gives me hope and reassurance. Well done, you!
So glad Cam is feeling better. Long covid is no fun at all. And also glad to hear that Pato was purposely only present on the first day (I got worried when I didn’t see him in photos after that). Must remember next year not to read your story of the ride while eating lunch, crying and swallowing do NOT go together! Thank you all for your hard work. I’m happy to support Team Knit every year 🙂
I know, right? I kept worrying about what had happened to him!
<3 <3 <3 <3
Love ❤️ and Hugs for all of you
What an amazing accomplishment! Congratulations! You and your team are so inspiring! Lovely to see all those smiles.
Just achingly proud of all of you. Go team go. You did it!
Lovely post. Thank you for the photos and the story. As usual, you guys are awesome-sauce!! I read this after mourning the Queen for 2 days and you brought some sunshine into my day. Thanks.
Good for you all and each one! You have brave and generous hearts. God bless you!
We’ve always known Team Knit is a powerhouse, but this year? Holy freakin crap. That any of you can function in that heat, let alone ride a bike, makes me want to lie down with a cool washcloth across my forehead. And Cam? Bit of an overachiever there. (Seriously, what an absolute rockstar.) All of you are amazing, thank you for taking on the hard stuff while we get the easy job of supporting with a ding. I usually donate during one of your grueling training rides, but next year need to remember on Day 2. Thank you, Team Knit, you all make a difference.
So happy for Team Knit’s 2022 triumph over illness, heat and schedule issues. Way to go!
The Rally posts never fail to get me misty, but hot damn reading the tale of y’all overcoming all the pandemic BS is just… impossibly beautiful. I’m so glad you all made it and celebrated together and blew your fundraising goals outta the water. Amazing. You did so much to help so many. AGAIN.
I am so happy for you and happy to do my small part with sending money again. Thank you for the update. Happy tears for all of you from Colorado. Thank you for doing what you do. Our lives (here in the blog) are better for you bring in them.
This year , after a two year covid “on-hold”.wait, I rode my bicycle across Canada, as I got close to Picton Ontario I rode along side the rally, I was on a similar route. It was a wonderful experience meeting many of the riders and being cheered on by the volunteers. What a great group of people! You all made the ride so fun!
Your Rally posts always make me teary. This one made me weepy. You are all amazing. Thank you for all your hard work. Every last minute of it. I’m so damn proud of you and your team and all the riders. So damn proud.
I really, really must learn not to read your Rally posts while at work. Because then I cray and inevitably someone comes into my office and gets freaked out that the normally upbeat and steady office manager is CRYING and WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD? Bless you and bless team knit, you guys are amazing.
Congratulations to everyone who ride and crewed, but Cam, you are my hero!
Well done, Team Knit.
You make the world a better place, and that is huge.
Pat yourself, and one another, on the back one more time from me. I donate every cent to Princes Margaret CC eye cancer because I’m a victim of this rare disease, although I can still knit, just more slowly. As the mother of a healthy gay adult son, yours would be next on my list.
Congratulations!!! Well DONE!
There are some things that no matter how many times you do them, they are still terrifying. Congratulations on perseverance through a very large physical and emotional endeavor! Go Team Knit!
It’s 5:30am on the West Coast as I read this…..I’m crying into my coffee.
WELL DONE EVERYONE!!!
p.s. hope to see you at Knit City Stephanie
I’m so pleased to read your update. Someone knitted 200 hats for our county’s Christmas Bureau, and Stacey Dory of Sunflower Knitters Guild (you were scheduled to come to our KITH — Knitting in The Heartland in 2020) asked the members to knit coordinated scarves to pair up with the hats. Forty of the hats were red-n-gold for our Kansas City Chiefs. I am knitting chameleon (one color dominates one side, the other color dominates the other side) red-n-gold Chiefs scarves. Knitting as fast as I can, I don’t think I can knit forty scarves before the deadline of November 1.
Hi Stephanie!
Man, it’s been a hot minute since I was on this blog. I blame life.
There was moving, both on the part of my mom and myself. There was school- I have graduated from college since I last wandered into your witty domain of yarn and writing and general Harlotty shenanigans. Six jobs have come and gone. There have been more moves. I am now in southern California, where it is generally Too Hot For Wool. There have been… an embarrassing number of crafts and arts and hobbies in the interim, from painting feathers to making flower crowns from wire and nail polish to cross stitch to customizing secondhand dolls. (Alas, there have not been any stash weasel births in several years, I am sad to say, but I sense a certain itch lurking in the distance)
Though I have wandered far afield, knitting has always been there, a faithful friend of a craft that has long tolerated my wandering eye. The knitting has always welcomed me back, no matter how long I set aside my latest sock or shawl, and the discovery of a brand spanking new local yarn shop and a cautious return to in-person knit nights have drawn me once more to pick up my faithful needles and cast on a new project.
Really, the only difference now is that I have a job, with something resembling actual income, and can now afford to, on an occasional basis, buy the really, really good yarn.
To supplement my return to knitting, I chose to venture forth into the deep archives of this very blog to read it all, to catch up on what I had missed in the years of my absence, and truly it is a joy to relive what you, oh Harlotiest of Knitters, have so graciously shared with the world, one post at a time.
I speak to you now in between delicate rows of lace being knit up from an exquisite merino-cashmere purchased at the aforementioned new local yarn shop, for its delicate play of stitchwork and rippling colors, the exquisite hues of aqua and cobalt only seen at the edge of the sea, and the welcoming familiarity of dancing from row to row have whispered to me a siren song, of a shawl that resembles nothing more than rays of sunlight pouring into the ocean, from the brilliant surfave to the inky depths.
There has been one small, tiny, infinitesimal flaw in this mental image of wrapping myself in a piece of the ocean captured in wool.
The yarn… does not come in all the colors I require.
I have in my possession one skein that suits the wave-tossed surface, a blend of aqua and colbalt and the most delicate of seafoam green.
I have in my possession a sumptuous tonal in shades of sapphire and ultramarine, perfectly capturing the middle depths of the ocean.
And to my dismay… this yarn does not come in the deepest of blues and blacks, in which I desire to portray the deepest and darkest depths of the ocean trenches.
The company is a fairly small one, and sadly has not predicted this knitter’s desire to recreate the ocean in yarn, and truly, I cannot blame them. But still, a substitute was needed, and so I enlisted the aid of my beloved maternal parental unit, Constantina, the Mother of the Weasel Queen and Occasional Stalker of Yarn Harlots. She, with her infinite latience and savviness, was able to locate a brand that produces a similar yarn, of like weight and fiber content, that comes in a wider array of colors.
It is with deep regret that I must admit the Mother of the Weasel Queen, due perhaps to a sadly extended separation from her eldest spawn, made a single, critical error.
She did not link me directly to the yarn she had discovered and intended to present for my examination. Nay, sweet Stephanie, she instead sent me a screenshot of the yarn and a link to the website upon which it was listed.
I cannot begin to describe what a mistake this was. She sent her child, ostensibly an adult in her own right but long separated from regular exposure to yarn fumes, in possession of both an income and a credit card, out in to the wilds of an online yarn shop with neither a direct link to the yarn she had discovered nor direct supervision.
As a result of this error in maternal judgement, I have had an Encounter. Whilst searching for the yarn my beloved mother intended to send me to, I came across an exquisite colorway in all the radiant hues of the Northern Lights.
My dear Stephanie, I must admit, I have fallen in love. This yarn is stunning, shifting from greens to twilight blues to glowing violets, beckoning me away from the depths of the ocean that had previously inspired me. Now, you would be proud of me, I have managed to retain some measure of the self-control I was forced to develop during my years as a poor art student. I have not yet purchased the yarn that sings to my soul in the voices of a choir of stars, in the hopes of being able to look my roommate in the eye and not have to tell her I just spent another $100 on wool and cashmere when I have yet to complete the last shawl.
I have, however, started designing a pattern in which to display this most exquisite of yarns. You know, just to take the edge off. Just to ensure that the idea for this glorious creation does not flee me entirely, leaving me bereft of my master work. There will be lace. There will be beadwork. There will be bands of rippling aurorae dancing against borders of midnight black. I will, one day, be able to wrap myself in a piece of the celestial heavens.
Oh who am I kidding?
I’m gonna go order me some Northern Lights.
Cheers, and congratulations on almost 19 years of blogging! It’s good to be home.
It’s been two weeks since this blog post…I’m glad I finally remembered to check on it!
Congrats on a successful Rally! The pictures are fantastic.
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So good to hear that you and Team Knit made it to the end of the rally! Would you happen to know where the rest of September went?
Every day I come to your site to see if there’s any new material, and usually there isn’t. I’m sorry because you are one of my favorite two bloggers. I hope all is well with you and your moving on to new and other things.
I didn’t have any expectations concerning that title, but the more I was astonished. The author did a great job. I spent a few minutes reading and checking the facts. Everything is very clear and understandable. I like posts that fill in your knowledge gaps. This one is of the sort.
How do I subscribe to your blog? I really enjoy it and would love to have it show up automatically in my email.
Late congratulations on finishing in style, and to all the team ….knitters rule! X
WHAT? A sling? Oh, no!! All sympathy your way. Take it from a horse what knew….
Hey Stef, are you ok? We miss you! Did you go to Rhinebeck? Did you have a new sweater for it? Miss you to the moon. I’m finishing up my last travel sock (yes, I stole that idea from you) and am working of a Steven West Spectra Scarf. What are you working on?
Hugs and Love TA
WOW THIS IS GREAT INFORMATION, THANKS FOR THIS BLOG!
THIS IS GREAT BLOG FOR TODAY THAT I READ, THANKS FOR THIS!
Where is the Harlot?
We miss her.
Is she okay?
Somebody check.
Staph is OK. She and Joe drove to western Canada, went to a wedding and a fiber festival on the way, and returned home 22-23 days later. Then there was Canadian Thanksgiving, and Joe’s wrist (broken in January) required surgery because it hadn’t healed properly, so the poor man is back in a cast.
This I gathered from her Instagram posts.
thanks so much for the heads up – so pleased to see all the writing and knitting she’s sharing.
It feels odd to say, but I go on Instagram solely to view her posts. Even short form she’s a great writer. I just miss her being on this site. Makes me thing often of her post on the French Lesson.
Thank you! I too was concerned!
Just a quick message to say that I am really enjoying re-reading (for the 4th time, at least) Knitting Rules!
Hope you are having a beautiful autumn.
This post is so beautiful. I hope you get a chance to write a similar sort of summary of your trip west. I’m curious if you’ve turned your heat on yet mine will be going on soon I think.
We miss you on the blog. Just sayin’
Remarkable! Its in fact amazing pos
Miss your posts and I hope everything is ok since the rally – are you giving up the blog?
so not nice to see the spam staying in comments – and the blog limping to its 20th anniversary
Agreed on both accounts. I do keep up with the comments, though they’re getting depressing with the spam.
She’s updating her Instagram rather frequently. She and Joe took a cross country trip. Joe had to get another surgery on his arm. Steph is knitting a new baby blanket as Megan is expecting again.
I remember Steph once writing about how she preferred her blog over Instagram, but that certainly doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. Her prerogative, of course, but it does make me sad. And I do kind of wish she’d come out and say it. Maybe she will for the anniversary post?
Everything comes to an end, and twenty years is a long time for a blog. My guess is that this blog will hang on until January 2024, to reach the 20-year mark, and then be allowed to die a natural death. I’ll miss it. I don’t have Instagram, but I do enjoy Stephanie’s Patreon videos!
I can’t wait any longer to wistfully comment. Every day I check the blog to find it unchanged. I imagine the worst, and hope that isn’t so.
Stephanie is fine – she’s active in other platforms, like Instagram and her Patreon videos. But yes, we are all dealing with the unhappy suspicion that the blog is drawing to a close!
Yes, it feels like the Blog is ending.
I know the feeling. Wish I could stop looking and just accept it has come to an end.
I so miss this blog!
I wish we could have a formal good bye. Many of us have been here for quite a while.
I agree, feels like another loss of people I care about
I agree. I mean, we eagerly follow the exploits of our favourite TV show characters and they are fictional. These were real people and their lives we were being welcomed into and drawn into!
Very sad to see that there haven’t been any new posts. I check every few days with the hope that I’ll be laughing and smiling over the latest adventures.
It’s understandable that the YH is moving into other activities but as this is the only one of two blogs I regularly look at it is a bit sorrowful to not have “just one more post”. Hopefully a is well with Stephanie and her family wonderful, knit-clad family.
Thank you for this fabulous post!
Is Steph ever coming back? Is this a dead blog now? It was a good run, you must admit, but it seems the flame has died here. Time to see how to get on to Instagram I guess….
Disconnecting from this blog. It is obviously being left to die a slow and spam filled death. Time to move on I guess for everyone. What a shame that all the spam has been allowed to collect here. Maybe Steph’s IT people should close the comments if nothing else
Sadly I think Steph’s IT “people” are Steph and it looks like she’s gone off to Instagram.
I do wish she would formally close this up though. I feel abandoned, tossed aside which I know is silly because this is only a virtual connection but for many years now I have dedicated a few brain cells to keeping track of her and her family’s activities. I think when you end a relationship you should be brave enough to at least give the “It’s not you, it’s me,” speech.
This is a free blog that the author has voluntarily continued to write in. It’s not a personal slight to you if that writing hasn’t taken place for a while, nor does she owe you (or anyone) anything. It’s ok to be disappointed that she isn’t writing anymore, but it’s not ok to imply that she’s personally harming you. Would you say the same thing to your mechanic or grocery store clerk or computer repair person if they left that business for something else? Of course not, it’s not a personal relationship. People are allowed to make choices to stop or pare down one activity and focus on others.
I didn’t imply she was personally hurting me. I said I know it is a virtual relationship. I said what I feel and acknowledged it is silly to feel that way.
I do think when you cultivate an audience, a following, that when you change gears you should state it. She has made a choice, it seems, to move to IG as her platform now. Fine, but I think she should say that is her new direction. It is just polite to the people you have gone out of your way to cultivate connection to. Out of curiosity, I looked back and for the last year she has done a blog post anywhere from zero times a month to once but has posted to `IG almost daily and sometimes multiple times a day. A shift has happened but if you don’t do IG you wouldn’t know she is still chatting away on that platform. And yes, if I had a connection established with anyone I interact with on a regular basis in my life, if they told me they were moving on to something else I would say I am going to miss interacting with them and wish them well in their new endeavour.
I’ve been a long-time reader, and rare commenter, but I feel compelled to say that the high degree of emotions and guilt-tripping going on here are uncalled for. The blog has been wonderful, and I too will be sad to see it go, but the idea that Steph owes anything is ludicrous.
Maybe this stems from my belief that guilt has no place in relationships (even, or maybe especially, one-sided, virtual relationships), but if I were Steph, the guilt-laden comments would be the exact thing to tip me over from “hm, maybe I’ll just transition to blogging sporadically” to “yeah, I don’t want to deal with that level of guilt and pressure” and *that* would be the thing to make me shut down the blog. But I’m not Steph, and she’s likely a much kinder and more magnanimous person than I am.
Anyway, Steph, or whoever maintains the comments (“IT Steph”): be well, and hope you’re doing alright.
Thanks for saying what I’ve been thinking.
Yes, same here!
Ditto; and thank you.
I didn’t intend for my comments to be guilt tripping, but rereading them, I did cringe a bit. And I do think that you’re right that such comments are unlikely to make Steph blog more (or at all).
Even so, I think that it’s unfair to say that “the high degree of emotions” is “uncalled for.” I think it makes a tremendous about of sense that people are sad and that they want to express that in a place where others will understand.
I agree. I hear people processing sadness and grief.
Agreed. I’m rarely in the comment section, but I’ve grown up with our beloved Harlot, been to multiple book signings, and read through this blog through all of my adulthood. I want Steph to take care of her needs, but without knowing if this is truly the end I’m going to keep coming back to make sure.
I miss you Steph I do hope you and the family are ok and well. I did see that Joe had surgery on his arm, hope that’s doing better now.
Please be ok and know that people out here do truly miss your blog and you.
Be well, be well and whatever you do, try and enjoy yourself.
For those not on Instagram, Meg is out to there pregnant. Steph is knitting her blanket like a fiend.
“Wild big love for this years Tree Team. Usually Joe and I go get the tree with Elliot, but Joe’s still in a cast and pretty useless, so this year Meg and Alex stepped up and helped me choose one and carry it home. (Well, Alex did. Meg came for moral support and artistic vision but she’s so pregnant she’s carrying all she can.) We wrestled it home and put it up (twice, since we got it wrong the first time.) It’s a much bigger tree than usual for us, but it has a nest in it and that’s such good luck that it was all we needed to see.”
Thank you!
Stephanie,
As we approach the darkest day of the year, and celebrate the returning of the light, I hope the you and your family welcome a rainbow baby into the family. Eliot needs to be a big brother, because he is born for the role. While the Universe unwinds as it will, I hope that your own family experiences its own return of the light. I wish you all the brightest blessings of the season. Peace and Joy be with you.
For those of us who loved you and miss you, but are not -particularly au fait with either Instagram or Facebook (and frankly, don’t want to engage with any more social media than necessary, but miss you awfully), please, as someone else mentioned:
Tell us where to interact from here on in??
Thanks.
Weird. The Blog, as SPM referred to it, used to be a live and vibrant place. I wonder what happened. Usually after something has been this strong for so long, there is a good-bye post. Bye-bye, to the first blog I ever read, followed, loved, and learned to blog from by watching the blogging champion. Thank you for all you taught us!
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Looking at these photos, you can see that they enjoyed the trip very much. fnf