Mossy Cottage Knits

TMK Comes Out of the Closet

As many of our local knitting homies know, in order to combat her diabetes, over the last seven or so months, TMK has been focusing obsessively on losing weight and gaining muscle. (If you notice a chronological relationship between this obsession and “The Troubles,” you’re not wrong. But there’s more to it than that. Wuh-aaaay more.) At the latest count, she is down an astounding 72 pounds from her heaviest ever. So, what does one do when one is undergoing a life-changing experience? Why, you blog about it!

Yes, indeed, TMK has started a blog, “Diary of a Reformed Diabetic.” I’m sure she would love if it you went over and paid a visit. But I’ll warn you ahead of time—there is a distinct lack of knitting content. And don’t get too attached. I sense she’s feeling a bit like a scared rabbit over entering the blogosphere, and might panic at any moment, yank the whole thing, and retreat to her rabbit hole, nose aquiver. Perhaps if you approach her quietly, in a crouched position, with your hand out, and whispering gentle words…

Speaking of TMK, remember how she snapped my size 1 dpn in half at Ferals? Well, she completely redeemed herself. Without even being around at the time, which is a pretty neat trick.

Yesterday, during lunch, I was plowing steadily along on my Splock when another one of my size 1 dpns gave up the ghost. Needless to say… Oh, my God. “Needless!” How cool of a pun is that? I love me a good, accidental pun.

Okay, back to my story: Needless to say, I was annoyed and frustrated because I was really jonesin’ to knit. My first admittedly irrational thought was, “If only I had another set of size 1, bamboo dpns in my knapsack." But, really, who’s lucky enough to be carrying around an extra set of the exact type of needle they need, when they need it, especially when their Large Bag of All Things Knitterly is sitting on the floor, at home, 12 miles away? And then the light dawned. Could it be? Could the impossible actually have happened? When TMK bought me a set of size 1s to replace the one she broke, I had just popped them in my knapsack, without giving it a further thought. So I peeked in, and sure enough, there at the bottom, glowing ever so slightly like the little miracle it was, was another set of needles. So I reached in, grabbed them, and resumed my knitting, with a “cat who ate the canary, “the world is my oyster”, and “take that, you evil bastard Fates” smirk on my face. Life is good sometimes.

I realize I haven’t had any Frankie pictures on the blog in a long while, so, for those of you who’re suffering from Frankie withdrawal, here’re a couple.

First, a picture of her at full Cheese-Hound Attention (Veterinarian Mel, she still weighs 29.5 pounds, despite the cheese. That’s mostly round Corgi butt, awkward sitting position, and winter coat you’re seeing there. Promise.):

Secondly, she is trained to lie down on a towel to get her feet and her low-rider tummy wiped on rainy days. Then, she may accidentally, just accidentally, get a little extra spoiling.

Posted by Ryan at April 18, 2008 10:38 AM