Two Black Sheep

Why?

I finished "Momma Zen" on my last flight.  I wish I would have read it prior to having same children, but I did take a few things a way from this tiny book.  She discovered that "Why not?" was one of the most important questions to ask herself.  

"It eases everyone's growth & change.  And it makes things interesting because it leads where you have never been before.  Never place you child in the care of another?  Why not let others love them too?  Never manage without a nanny?  Why not try it yourself? ...  Never going back to work?  Why not introduce your child to the rest of you?" 

You get her point.

After almost 4 years blogging with fake names & not telling our family or friends, why not be out in the public?  Why hide?  And that's what we'll do.

You'll get the same bullshit, but with real names over here.

Thanks for reading at Two Black Sheep, but now join us in the Midwest.

Yours truly,

Lola & Ava

or

Erika & Jill

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

So it's pretty much official . . . we'll be moving "house" blogwise in a few weeks. Once the new blog is set up (with honest-to-goodness real names), I'll post a link for the new home so readers can update their RSS feeds. It's been a challenging decision but one that we pretty much had to make. After a while, it's kind of hard to hide that you actually know HTML and the like without giving away the "secret" . . . plus I have to explain the whole name thing as well as the fact that it is "just a knitting" blog.

Ava

Telephone

Dear Ava & Readers,

Good god, people.  I almost forgot how to log into to Typepad.  Then when I did, I didn't know where to go.  And I'll be real honest, ever since Typepad made some sweeping changes, I sort of never felt like trying to figure them out.  That's my fault.  So while I'm being honest here...

I told Ava I wouldn't discuss it & I'd put up a normal post.  But how do you put up a normal post when you haven't posted in months?  I don't know how to, so I won't.  I haven't been around & there's no good solid reason.  I have the time.  I have stuff to say.  But I haven't feel the need to type it out.  I haven't knit is forever & it doesn't even feel strange.  In the past, if I went two days, I felt dope sick.  (I'm assuming since I've never done a drug that could make me dope sick).  I don't have a twinge of icky when I haven't let wool glide through my fingers.  I've worked on dishrags, but nothing that gets my wooly juices going.  So what the hell, Lola?  

I'll blame Flickr.  I post over there almost on a daily basis.  I'm honest over there.  Don't worry, I've always been honest here.  Maybe to a fault.  Weren't there a couple post that I had to put Poo Warnings in the title?  Didn't I apologize for saying, "cunt" a few times?  Yes, I'm honest.  But there's no fake names on Flickr & that's really my problem.  I'd love to cross-post there, but I can't.  And I won't.  Our mother occasionally checks my Flickr page.  And if she'd ever click on a link & end up here, we'd have an enormous problem.  Like an epic problem that we might not recover from.  She'd feel left-out & hurt.  And no one likes those feelings especially a mother.  But it is nice to blog.  Even right now, I feel a little better airing these Bloggy woes.  So what to do?  

Ava & I talked about doing another public blog.  Something that we could tell Mom about.  I doubt she'd check it everyday.  And I'm pretty sure we'll write something that will piss her off.  I'm also sure that she'll comment & that will piss us off.  That's the cycle of Mothers & Daughters after all.  

What do you think, Ava?  You think anyone would still care what we have to say?  Do we do it or not?  I know I told you I'd wait, but I'm your baby sister.  Baby sisters aren't the rational ones.

All photos are from my Flickr page.  

Love,

Lola (not my real name)