Posts Tagged ‘in these small moments’
Thursday, September 1st, 2011
My dear friend Nichole posts about things that bring her joy each week.
Today I’m posting about mine.
And it is this. Actually, these.
For those of you who run, you get this. You truly understand the necessity of having socks that won’t cause blisters or, even worse, a dead toenail.
I love the Wrightsock. I do. However, socks are all the same at their core. And by that I mean they go missing. One at a time. I’m down to one pair, which are probably four years old, and, sadly, my toes now poke through various holes.
I’ve tried other brands. Yes, I have cheated on the Wrightsock. And I have paid dearly. Blisters. Slippage, when the back of the sock ends up somewhere under my arch. It ain’t pretty.
I finally got myself a new pack. I am so happy.
There is nothing like new socks. Even if you do not run. If you have feet, you know what I’m saying.
Wrightsock did not provide me socks. Or even know about this post. I just heart them.
Saturday, January 8th, 2011
It is Friday night and I’m sitting here scratching.
I’m covered in welts and miserable and had to take the antihistamines I’d stopped the past two days because they make me feel like I’m underwater. All. The. Time. Tough to run 10 miles like that.
So the kids are finally all in bed and I thought I’d be trying on outfits right now. Because tomorrow is the day I’ve looked forward to ever since I booked my flight a month ago and of course I want to look cute. That, and it’s been ages since I’ve had a chance to get a little dolled up without worrying about X putting a mouthful of chewed cookie on my leg. (more…)
Monday, October 25th, 2010
Today’s poster for Mommypants Moment is Nichole from In These Small Moments. You may also know her as my new partner in crime at The Red Dress Club. Nichole might possibly be one of the nicest people out in the blogosphere, always encouraging and kind. Her writing is lovely and has moved me to tears with its beauty and honesty.
It Isn’t About Me
I brush her honey-golden hair into a smooth ponytail and secure it with a pale blue satin ribbon. I help into her black unitard, one long, gazelle-like leg at a time.
She’s just three. But her legs are shockingly lean and strong. (more…)