~and~

~all wrapped up in one flawless skein of perfectly unmarred perfection~

My October WOW Sock Club yarn has “arrived”!
Brooks Farm Primero in all it’s lavender & butter, merino & mohair yumminess. I picked up this poor little abandoned “orphan” last year at SAFF. This was my only gratuitous yarn purchase at the entire event. Well…everyone else was going home with some Brooks Farm, I couldn’t very well go home empty-handed now could I have?
Speaking of SAFF, some of you will notice that I’m not there, and it mostly sucks. Most of you know that the main reason for my non-SAFF-attending suckage is due to getting popped for jury duty earlier in the year, and the fact that my cheap-assed boss doesn’t cover days off for jury duty, which forced me to choose to use 2 of my 3 remaining vacation days, if I wanted to still receive a full paycheck. Eh, some creative budgeting (and squealing pennies) could have overcome that obstacle. What can’t be overcome is a serious family obligation.
Not many know that my family suffered a loss last year while I was at SAFF. On that Saturday my mom called (she NEVER calls me when I’m on vacation), to let me know that my brother and his wife lost their baby. I’m so thankful that Jen was beside me when I got the call. Her quiet comfort (and strong, absorbant shoulders) was just what I needed. The SAFFers (mainly our roommates) were all having to put up with my illness (food poisoning), and all the discomfort that entails (for me as well as for them), the last thing I wanted to do was invite my sorrow onto others, so I just kept this news to myself.
When I got home, I found that they had held a very private, very small memorial service while I was gone, and the DH wasn’t able to attend because he had to work. The guilt of not being there for my baby brother Tom, and his wife Donna, compounded by the fact that the DH nor I were able to attend the memorial has weighed heavily on my conscience this past year.
This Sunday is the first anniversary, and we’re getting together in memorial of Baby Coleman. So I decided to stay home this weekend and be there for Thomas & Donna, and to finally get some closure. I just hope the fires allow him to be home for the day. Thomas and I have always been close, closer than any of our other siblings, and it just tore my heart out that I wasn’t here for them when they really needed me.
In the meantime, I can live vicariously through Claudia and Jodi, who have already posted, and anyone else who posts from SAFF over the weekend, and through Grace, whom I’m going to bug in email cuz she has her blackberry and can answer back.
Oh, and ESC? That PWNED button is SO mine! Just set it to the side, and I’ll collect it from you, uh, whenever. (Let me know how much!)