tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106006462012-02-16T12:54:28.779-05:00Feminist. Democrat. Knitter. Passionate. Obsessed. Lesbian. Mommy.FemiKnitMafiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515344770059367329noreply@blogger.comBlogger3751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600646.post-76608139005250918552007-04-02T15:48:00.000-04:002007-04-02T16:15:54.567-04:00

It's official. With Wordpress as my high-level assistant, I've moved to my own domain:FemiKnitMafia.comI'm closing the comments here, so please swing by the new house and say hello. With 6 weeks of nearly no blogging, I have lots to update. Fun times.

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I'm moving the blog to Wordpress. Why, you ask? I'm annoyed with the limited design options in Blogger, and I've heard that the blog has ridiculously huge type when opened in Explorer. But I don't have enough design knowledge to manually fix these things, and that lack of design knowledge keeps me from moving to my own domain. Alas, Wordpress is the next best option.I sincerely hope that

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I feel like such a baby for lamenting my tasks during the surro-c-section recovery period, because that's the least of my problems right now. It's like the universe gave me a big ol' smack in the head for being a whiner. And now I shall whine again. Skip directly to the photos if you're interested in the knitting.- Teaching two classes is killer. The online class, in particular, is killing me

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In total violation of my bloggie break and the spirit of Favorite Things Monday, I'm writing today to bitch/vent/fume. Expect cursing. Consider yourself warned.What the fuck is this?-originally spotted at the CRAFT blogWhy is an Asian woman dressed like a little girl?Why is she pulling up her skirt for the camera?Why is she dressed like a little girl and pulling up her skirt?Why is she looking in

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Thank you SO much for all the wonderful Surro-Wifey and Daddies love.It was nothing short of magical to participate in this surrogacy. All the cranky-Wifey moments were completely erased as I watched the Dads bond with their new baby girl. Unbelievable. Truly incredible.That said, the best story about the unique experience of a lesbian couple doing a surrogacy for two gay dads in Massachusetts

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More details when I've had time to sleep. In the meantime, the baby's on the outside, weighing in a 9lbs. 4oz. Wifey is happy and healthy, despite 14 hours of vbac labor and then a c-section. See aforementioned size of baby, note that most of the 9lbs resides in the baby's noggin, and remind baby that a sideways & twisted exit is ill-advised. Baby's off-center cone noggin with deep circular

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Little Man: Mama, you go to the doctor and push the baby out?Wifey: Yeah, I'd love to.Little Man: And after that, you get a sticker? Would you like Thomas? ..... Or Sesame Street? ..... Or ABCs? You like Sesame Street sticker, right Mama? But only after nap, Mama. Push the baby out after you nap and then you get a sticker, ok? You hear me?- in the kitchen of Ms. 1890, 2/

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This tiny rocking chair came from PapaTime (Wifey's Dad), a lover of antiques and family history. As the legend goes, PapaTime's parents bought a rambling old farmhouse on a stretch of land in the country near Watertown, NY. Another structure near the main house, previously used as an antique store, became the "Bunk House" where PapaTime and his brothers (the Bro's) slept. The former owners

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Due to a massive re-organization of my craft room, I've actually been working again, with missionary zeal. So far I've scored two converts -- my fantastic teenaged SIL, who was helping cut green flannel with white stars for some PJ pants for me. Next lesson -- PJ pants for herself.Convert #2: Little Man, who actually pinned pieces and he helped with the sewing!Here's the finished project.We used

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clos du bois cab-sauv, powerpt, texts, 92.5fm the riverFor some silly reason, I've avoided difficult topics on the blog lately. I don't know why. Perhaps I'm playing the ole 'if I ignore it, it doesn't bother me' game? Strange, 'cuz that's not my typical M.O. That said, as of this moment, I'm cuttin' it out. Feel free to click away now.#1: One of my dearest dearest dearest people is in the

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Alas, I was just rounding the cornerand realized that the Jenny Hat needs a good frogging. I enjoy a nice skull cap, but Jenny is simply too small. See my poor exposed ear? In case you're wondering, I'm too lazy to schlep my camera around, and my blogtographer/work-wife took a 1/2 day, so I'm left to play the boss-avoiding/quick pic/blurry Photo Booth game. Fun times.-wifey update: no baby

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CONTEST NEWSThe correct answer to the Mafia Week '07: Game #1 is -- the birthmark above my right knee is shaped like a HEART.When I was a child, my Gramma said I was kissed by an angel. So sweet. In later years, I imagined being kissed by this angel.Because nobody guessed the correct shape (and what's with all the land mass guesses?), I used the random number generator to decide the winner.And

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To celebrate my 2nd Blogiversary, I couldn't decide on one activity, so I opted for a few. How many? I don't know. I have lots of ideas, but we'll see what the week brings.speaking of my week: there's no surro-baby yet + Little Man has conjuctivitis + our dear friend/doula is at the hospital with her youngest, who has either RSV or pneumonia, so please go send her lots of love.Alright -- back

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I had plans for Favorite Things Monday, but after my train ride this morning, those plans were tossed aside. You see, at stop #2 the most beautiful boy tossed his Louis Vuitton bag onto the middle seat, swung his oversized sunglasses up to the top of his head, and sat down in the aisle seat. Actually, he perched, because someone this beautiful does not simply sit.Every time I had the

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Happy Blogiversary to Me,Happy Blogiversary to Me,Happy Blogiversary to The Maaaaafiiiiiaaa,Happy Blogiversary to Me!About a week ago, with the blogiversary looming, I decided to do something celebratory to mark the occasion. I came up with a few ideas: a give-away, a contest, a serious contemplation post, a best-of, cake, presents, streamers, enhancements to the site, etc. The problem is -- I

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Alright. I admit it. I've been holding out on y'all. Indication #1: I spent a good chunk of last Friday with Cate and despite having an amazing time, I haven't mentioned it here.Indication #2: I met Kristen last Friday, fell for her, and said nothing on the blog.Indication #3: I went to Webs last Friday and gushed not one teeny bit.Indication #4: I haven't mentioned knitting for a week,

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has died of breast cancer. I'm so sad.Tributes:NYTimesBoston GlobeSmith's sitetwo pieces at The Nation.*The one at the Texas Observer brought tears to my eyes.So so sad.

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Thurs. ETA: Still no news. Wed. ETA: It's unofficial. Something is happening, but we're not sure what's going on. Keep those vibes coming. THANKS!!*~*~*~*It's official -- Wifey is going into labor. Hooray!!Although I'm still contractually unable to blog about the specifics, I can say that Wifey is a surrogate and that Nina is her doula. So go give Nina some love too, k? She'll be taking

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These pix are housed in a multi-photo frame that ordinarily hangs in a prominent location in our house. I say 'ordinarily' because all of our wall decor has been in boxes since October. This photo set is one that I particularly miss, so it's a relief that I have access to a digital version.Taken at Carrie & Hag's house a couple years ago during a weekend trip to the Cape, these pictures show

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Wifey: When's the full moon?Mafia: Um ... let me see [pause for google-ing] ... February 2ndWifey: I think that's the day I'm going to give birth.Mafia: Oh? Cool.Wifey: Do you have any idea?Mafia: When you're going to give birth? Wifey: Yeah.Mafia: Nah, I can't even remember your due dateWifey: You can't even remember that I'm pregnant [giggles]Mafia: Shut up! I'm not doin' any more laundry for

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Thanks to the excellent leadership (and postage money and pile of lace cookies) of Katie of The Dilettante Debutante, Team MIT sent off 20 (!) scarves for the Red Scarf Project. 15 of the scarves are pictured here. We also got a fabulous surprise visit from Suzanne, who added that beautiful bias stitch brown/orange/yellow scarf up near the top. Aren't we awesome?And here's my finished Besotted

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lightweight Socks That Rock in Watermelon TourmalineLet's talk about love. The love of one blogger for another blogger. Like ... for instance ... when one blogger enters a contest and doesn't win. And another blogger sends Socks That Rock in the mail, unsolicited, for no apparent reason. Seriously. Love.With all this love around, I ditched all prior knitting plans and commitments and wound

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For a long time, Favorite Things Monday has languished. The original concept was to focus on the positive, but FTM quickly morphed into whatever sparked my interest on that day. Positive? Yes. Focused? Not so much. Then it fell off entirely. But since it was such a favorite in my little reader survey, I'm going to revive it. Here goes:This is my Hoosier cabinet. I love it. I love it

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This one's for Lucia.That's Danielle and me KIPing over lunch today at The Stata Center, a major thoroughfare at MIT that was brimming with muggles. There were several second glances, a couple raised eyebrows, and a few smiles. Certainly some of these brainiacs will become bankers. May they remember this day.

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Back in November, Katie suggested that the MIT Stitch & Bitch do a mini-knit-along during IAP (aka January) to create scarves for the Red Scarf Project. Of course, the idea was a big hit, and lead to an official event in the IAP calendar. [clearly we're famous now]Despite not posting about it, I've spent the last week knitting away at a Besotted Scarf in KnitPicks Swish Superwash in Red

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BodyBruise = very deep purple, arnica slathered (thanks Kat). With all those comments, I Felt The Love.Sinuses & Lungs = congested, infected, loud, raspy, medicated.On the NeedlesRed Scarf Project = not secret, but not yet blogged. Yet 2/3 finished.in the Besotted pattern = much love and adoration.in KnitPicks Swish Superwash = nice, but a bit splitty, especially when frogged. A Knitter's Mad

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Have you heard about the ice storms that slammed the northeast this weekend? Wanna see something really really gross? Go see my brand-new 10" x 6" bruise. Note: not for the faint of heart.

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Guest LooHow much does my Mom love me? Or how crazy is my Mom? You decide. During her Christmas visit, she could barely sit still because she was jonesin' to rip something apart in my house. One evening, I came downstairs after putting Little Man to bed and found her in my downstairs bathroom, doing this:Only the world's best Mom would strip wallpaper when you weren't paying attention.

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Since just before Halloween, Little Man has been obsessed with dressing up. It all started at day care, where he mobilized the boys to dress in high femme princess attire. Wifey would arrive to pick him up and find all the boys wearing high heels, and the teachers claiming that Little Man was the ring-leader. Then Halloween hit, with the Mafia made matching Peter Pan and Tinkerbell costumes

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Last year I knit a hat for Little Man, but it was too big. I shoved it into the bottom of a basket and promptly forgot about it. But when the winter winds started to blow, I decided to re-use this very cool yarn combo: Cascade 220 in navy, stranded with Crystal Palace Kid Merino in Indigo #4675 (scroll down). With an ever-growing head, I decided to make the hat too big again, but with

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My dear sweet NinaBeana, my local SAHM with whom I would spend every afternoon if I didn't have to work. Every time I leave her house I whine, "can I quit my job please?" She's so generous of spirit (and food) that her house has become a revolving door of friends and family, and somehow she remains sane.Our friendship began three years ago at our local library, where our kids, at the ripe old

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As I begin the labor-intensive phase of renovating Ms. 1890, I'm consistently surprised at how these seemingly simple actions, requiring little more than brute strength, actually engage all of my senses. 116 years of history surfaces in the layers of color, the smell of water damage, the texture of worn wood, the taste of lead paint, the rhythmic sound of metal scraping off time. What was the

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Back in October, someone blogged about the Holiday 2006 partnership between Target and Tord Boontje, a name I'd never heard before. But I was intrigued by the images that were posted: intricate paper cuts of deer, rabbits, snowflakes, stars, and stark winter branches. My little pagan heart warmed. Then I read accounts of folks dashing to Target stores across the U.S. to snatch the best pieces

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While playing with the wee one and beating on Ms. 1890, I managed to knit a stitch or two on the Arwen cardigan. The back is entirely finished, and represents an alarming amount of fabric. [am I really that big back there?] Then I started the left front, knit about 6 rows beyond the hem line and decided I didn't like it. See how the bottom edge of the cable panel is all wavy, perhaps even

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Generally, I'm not a resolutions person because neglect leads to guilt. Why would I set myself up for such dismay? Nonetheless, on January 1st, I dug through posts from last January, looking for anything resembling resolutions. Nada. Well, hell's bells -- now I have nothing to congratulate myself for. Alas, this is my dilemma. If I don't make resolutions, I have no standards by which to

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Ms. 1890 sends her best wishes for a fantabulous 2007! May your adventures be as multi-layered as her walls.The Mafia promises to resume regularly scheduled posting as soon as she puts down the crow bar.

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I don't have a particularly huge stash, but I certainly have enough to last me through 2007. And in the spirit of paying a mortgage, paying off consumer debt, and keeping my wife, I pledge to follow Wendy's rules:1. The Knit-From-Your-Stash-a-Thon will start January 1, 2007 and run through September 30, 2007 -- a period of nine months.2. I will not buy any yarn during that period, with the

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I've never met a contest I didn't like. So when Kat posted the story about a J.P. resident that's winning the love of his neighbors through 250,000 Christmas lights, and put out a call for other over-the-top Christmas light displays, I knew the exact house that could win me some fibery goodness. Here's my contribution:As you can see, I had to park across the street to get a photo of this place,

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Have I mentioned that I'm not a big fan of Christmas? Strangely, I share this perspective with some seriously uncomfortable bed-fellows - the right wingers. The thinly veiled Christianity. The rampant consumerism. The accusations of "grinch" or "scrooge" lobbed at those of us who are less than appropriately festive. The Secret Santas and Yankee Swaps planned in multi-religious offices

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My step-mother-in-law knows how to win my heart: gift certificates from her local yarn shop. [is it strange that my fingers typed "heat" before I corrected it to "heart"?] For my birthday, which feels like eons ago, she gave me $50(!) at Yarn for Ewe, a wonderful little shop barely outside of Portsmouth, NH. After spending the last couple months on the house, I decided to give myself a wee

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If you have access to local news, you may have caught news about the major fire in an MIT building in Kendall Square. I don't have the details yet, because it just started, but there are people trapped, injured, etc. The fire IS NOT in or near my building. I am fine. Danielle is fine. The fire isn't anywhere near Beth's building either.I'm holding my breath for our colleagues in 1 Broadway.

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Found at Plomise.Instructions -- Copy the first sentence that you posted in each month of 2006. Post it in the following format:January Here's a sneak peek at the Panic Attack of Dec. 23rd: Wine (sedative); Tea (upper); Cake (just because I wanted it, damn it); Very large ball of thread (can you guess which giftie caused the panic attack?). FebruaryTeaching.MarchI have been accused of many many

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I was looking for an e-card for a friend and stumbled upon a hilarious one: 1. Click* the link. 2. Then click "Start." 3. Then click "Mambo." Seriously. It's hilarious! *while a strong suggestion for everyone, if you're a big ol' queer, consider it a dictate.

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With Massachusetts tempuratures in the 20s-30s this week, my hands are quite chilly. And my Mommy-guilt kicks in when I see Little Man head off to daycare in a baseball hat or last year's too-small knit hat. I have yarn for Mafia-mittens to match my Celtic Cable Hat, so I need to cast on asap. And I've day-dreaming about yarn options for Little Man's winter accessories. With that in mind, I

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This weekend, when I wasn't running up and down the stairs carrying boxes and wood monstrosities furniture, I sat like this: Ms. 1890 was seriously cold. But today, at 8am sharp, this van dropped from the heavens: After some grunting at a big ass pipe wrench and the installation of a couple air vents, we have functional radiators. Thanks to This Old House, I was able to have a real conversation

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In my eternal quest to be just like Cate, I've taken to living in one room. I repaired the living room ceiling, but despite my best seriously-pissed-off-consumer routine, had zero success at convincing Buck that it might just be his fault(gasp). Meanwhile, after my complaint that the upstairs floors felt like sandpaper, he decided to repair them, starting Sunday. After no Buck sighting on

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Dayyyyyaaaaaammn ... she IS still hot!

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Wifey called. "Are you sitting down?" "Yes, why?""I talked to Buck.""What the *&^% happened???""Well, apparently the heat clicked on last night, steam came rushing out of the radiator pipes, and since the radiators are all sitting in the kitchen, the moisture damaged the floors.""W H A T ?""Wait ... there's more. Your ceilings...""Don't even tell me they *&^%ed up my ceilings. I'll kill them.

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Just after the closing, Ms. 1890 begged for new ceilings and floors. She strongly stated that ceilings and floors are much harder to fix while living in the house, so I should focus on ceilings and floors for her 1 month of loneliness vacancy. For the most part, I listened to her sound advice. I've done a LOT of scraping, mudding, sanding and painting. In fact, a couple weeks ago I had a dream

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Warning: I'm bragging. I can't wait to see DW tonight, eat amazing food, drink incredible wine, and roll around laughing in her fancy hotel room. Stop it! It's not like that. I swear. The shiny green shirt stayed at home. I decided on the ice blue silk, black suit pants, and my newest shoe-love. The required boob shot: The buttery silk that makes me want to pet myself (reminder--not

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Happy Birthday to meHappy Birthday to meHappy Biiiiirthday to the MaaaaafiiiiiaHappy Birthday to meToday I'm 32. And I like even numbers. Have I ever told you about my wicked weird obsession with eating small things in twos? Small things = rieses pieces, M&Ms, pasta, french fries, etc. By the end of the bag/box/bowl, I can tell you if there was an even or odd number of items in that bag/box/bowl

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Thank Dogod for the MBTA, because I present to you [drum roll] my finished Sophie's Toes Blueberry Socks! Who-Ray!Last night, Wifey had a Borders date with Nina, so I stayed home, gave Little Man the longest bath in history so we could have an entire conversation without interruption, snuggled in his bed while he fell asleep, popped LOTR-2Towers in the DVD, and curled up on the couch with a cone

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I am tired, sore, emotionally unpredictable, and so happy. How can this be? No time to knit. or sleep. or eat. or think. or really blog. I'm covered in dust, swinging from a ladder, weilding a putty knife in one hand and a sanding block in the other. I am a student of joint compound, and a master of ceiling white.Through this whole crazy experience, I've been surrounded by incredibly generous

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My version of the Super Bowl dance goes something like this: Yippee. Weehe. Yippee. Weee. Happy Dance and slide to the left.Yes!! It just keeps getting better! It's a good day to be an American (and I don't say that very often).

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To appease, here's a photo of my new house, henceforth dubed Ms. 1890:She's a cutie, huh? However, as I mentioned before, there are many challenges inside this cute house. Within these walls are 1,000 reasons why the house was within our non-existent price range. And I'm knocking them down one by one.* As soon as I have a few hours of daylight at home (probably Friday), I'll post

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Seriously. After 6 days of working on My Old House aka Ms. 1890, I'm feeling supremely tough. My ass is SO bad. Thus, I will subject you chronicle. If you're bored with home renovation, feel free to click away. If you think Rich's shiny head is sorta cute, or Kevin's strawberry curls are drool-worthy, stick around. Total Days: 6Mafia Hours: 21Mafia-Helpers: 5Mafia-Helper's Hours: 29Total

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So my cell phone rings on Saturday and Danielle's number pops up. Huh?She's at the Fabric Place, they're having a big sale, do I need anything that's not ordinarily on sale? Sticking her nose into my phone call, Wifey insists that I most.certainly.do.not.need.any.yarn.Hush! I do to. For your stepmom's Christmas present. [Mafia-1, Wifey-0]Monday, these beauties get dropped on my desk. Danielle

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A bit more bragging: I got the new Interweave TODAY!! Jealous?This is the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Published today in the Globe, and certain to attract swarms of letters to the editor. Enjoy!Blame it all on the gay agendaBy Steve KlugerIT'S FINALLY happened. We've been exposed. With the recent ruling by the New Jersey Supreme Court requiring equal marital rights for same-gender

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This is my favorite scarf. ever. I bought it on my honeymoon in Ireland, 5 years ago.A month ago, on the eve of my Mom's 50th birthday trip to Ireland, I started brainstorming my gift list. Among the top priorities was yarn (surprise, surprise). Luckily Mom pays attention to priorities, and bought me yarn. Any suggestions for an appropriate project?Notice the similarity between fav-scarf and

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Little Man insisted on being '100% up in my grill' while I was sewing on Saturday, so I insisted that he help. See his cute little paw on the back-stitch knob?See what I mean by 'up in my grill'? He shot this photo at very close range.And here's what happened when he jumped on my back one too many times. Also his photo.Ultimately, it was a huge success. We dashed next door to meet his

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New profile pictureMade at Portrait Illustration MakerNotes to myself:avatar 40-40-0-27-2-0-0-0-8C8554-53CC88-FFFFFF-0-19-37-29-0-63-19-F7DEAC-FFCDDD-black

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Good friggin lord -- I love you people!! I am completely bowled over by the incredible comment love. You rock!***** read on if you like TMI *****I'm only 1/2 awake, so it's a list day:Monday: - Planned a Saturday trip to see Cate and snuggle wool at the Fiber Twist.Tuesday- Found references to myself as a "fat bitch" and "dyke" and "tyrant" online and posted here and felt a little better, and

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If you know my real name, please please please don't use it, in the comments here or anywhere else. There are many reasons I choose to write anonymously, the most emotional is because I've been stalked before. But as of today, I have a new reason - I found a horrible evil bitchy post about me on a blog. It's 80% inaccurate and uses my real name and my picture. The post makes the author

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Favorite Things Monday has been in time-out these past few weeks. I apologize to the people who kindly told me they like FTMon, only to see it disappear. You know how it is -- you stop exercising and before you know it, you're five pounds heavier with a daily craving for cookies at 4pm on the dot, and you rationalize away your guilt by saying you never really liked walking anyway. Avoiding?

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Ever since I laid eyes on the Cardigan for Arwen, I've been smitten. Cables? Love 'em. Kate Gilbert? Love her. But there's also a slightly less knit-noble reason: Arwen is a strong sexy character and Liv Tyler is breath-takingly beautiful. I'd move to Rivendell for her. What's not to love??Now, if only someone would design a sweater for Galadriel. Meow....hello, Mafia? get your mind out of

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Can anyone recommend a good FREE service for hosting MP3s, so I can post them to the blog?

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I woke to Little Man and Wifey engaged in a festival of stubborness. I arrived to clouds across Boston, and my office tea stash completely depleted. I'm sleepy, crampy, anxious about our pending real estate 'investment' and generally feeling mopey today.So I called my little brother and sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY as loudly and dramatically as I could. He's 25 today, as well as cute, smart, single, 6+

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Friday"Mom, you were on the train?""Yes honey, that's Mommy's purple train.""Wow Mom! That's coooooool."Sunday"I can paint your face if you want.""OK, sure."giggle.giggle.giggle. "Green on your nose?""OK""That tickle you?""A little, but it's fine."giggle.giggle.giggle. "Mommy, you a crazy boy."

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Lots of house stuff. Lots of negotiation. Lots of emotional roller-coastering.But I have socks. Socks.save.sanity(what little is left). And the yarn, oh how I love this yarn. Aren't they purrr-dee? Look ma, no pooling.However, there's one potential problem. I may have started the heel too late. Mind you, I'm not a knitting perfectionist, so I tend to leave mistakes in my knitting. But

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For all the parents out there, please be aware of recent events over at Little Birds. For the last couple years, Stephanie Barnes has been sharing photos of her crafts and her adorable kids. But she shut down her blog this weekend after learning that photos of her children were copied and used in inappropriate ways. She's not providing details, and doesn't wish to discuss the matter any further

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Alright, who's the a-hole who bought my Fall Mums and Froggy skeins? Damn it. Not that I'll have the cash to buy them, because ... I'll probably* be a home-owner! The inspection went well. After the inspection, Wifey and I flopped on the couch and contemplated the findings. We made this mental list (paper? why, that would be so organized):Expensive + Expert- Replace the waste pipe- Fix leak

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For some reason, I never blogged about one of my favorite knitterly gifts of all time. Several months ago, Emily's computer had a stroke and I offered to have the MIT IT-folks take a look at it. To ensure proper Chicago-Cambridge shipping, the hard drive requested a nice soft pillow. So Emily tucked a skein of her new line of hand-dyed sock yarn, Sophie's Toes, into the envelope. The hard

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With life rolling along such as it is, I should not be looking at new knitting projects. However, I got an email from Loop this morning with this photo in it. Meow! ... pant, pant, pant ...I LOVE that blanket. Love it! My first thought was "if my brother ever gets married, that will be his wedding gift." Then I thought, "hell, I could make that for myself!" I've been ogling the Great

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In celebration of her 50th birthday, my Mom booked a trip to Ireland. My tough as nails Mom -- who birthed me at the ripe old age of 18, kicked male-ass-wipe #1 to the curb, went to college as a single Mom, met another man and fell in love, married him, had another baby, went to graduate school, graduated with straight A's, renovated a few houses for the profits, kicked male-ass-face #2 to the

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Someone else offered $15, I panicked, we talked and talked and talked, I caved, and we got the house. We.bought.a.house. Holy shit. Granted, it's pending a satisfactory home inspection and finalizing the financing. And then I'll really panic.and get excited.and panic.and jump up and down in joy.and hyperventilate. I hear this behavior is completely normal. Thanks for all the love, vibes, reiki,

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KnittingAfter reading Caro's podcast reviews, I started listening to Lime and Violet, and if there wasn't so much talk about testicles, I'd have a big crush. Regardless, I might have a crush.I'm flying through my Ann Budd assisted Jo Sharp sweater vest. I love the yarn. I love the color. I love the fit (thanks Danielle, Rhonda and Beth). Because I can't help myselfMIT-thanks for the new

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If we were haggling over concert ticketsFace price: $29Round One:My Offer: $0Seller's Counter: $25Round Two:My Offer: $5Seller's Counter: $20Round Three:My Offer: $10Seller's Counter: holding at $20 as other people look at the house and make offers. oy!Keep the good Reiki, Mazel, Luck, Thoughts, Wishes, and Hopes coming. At this rate, we'll end at $15, but I hope to get closing costs, a

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I didn't make it to the Boston KnitOut because I made an offer on a house. No, I wasn't house hunting.No, I can't afford it.No, it wasn't part of the plan. at. all.Yes, this was my secret from last Monday.But the house is perfect, and there's 1-1/2 hour for the seller to respond to our offer. So I need my knitters to puh-lease send some house mazel. Perhaps making an offer during Rosh Hashana

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Will you be there? I will. Little Man will. Watch for a small blond streak of pure energy and a breathless Mommy.

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Deval Patrick wins easilyNow let's get him in the corner office, and give that carpet-baggin' moron the boot.

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1. Because he's so damned cute.2. Because survey responders asked for more Little Man. 3. Because Wifey doesn't read the blog anyway, so she can't be mad at me for posting a real photo.4. To remind myself that Little Man can entertain himself when Mommy's on the phone.5. Because PapaTime (our family's Portsmouth-based folk musician) is looking for a drummer and put the sticks into LM's hands. 6.

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Today I'm a freak show. Although I don't dare post specifics, there's a possibility of some excellent (I think) life changes coming. Huge changes. Scary changes. Expensive changes. Too fast changes.In the meantime, I'll re-watch this excellent video, The Last Knit. This is me, both metaphorically, and as someone who battles with some biological (or previous drug use related) mental turmoil,

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MusicMy name is The Mafia, and I'm a LaLa whore. The arrival of each little red&white envelope sends me into fits of glee, and for the last two days, I've been listening to Disk 2 of One From the Vault non-stop. Honestly, I prefer disk 1 (the transition from Help on the Way ---> Franklin's Tower is my favorite musical moment of all time), but I'm still waiting on Disk 1. Live Dead, there's

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You know it's a good day when something arrives from Canada.It's a present from my dearest RoRo! The Canada package contained a hilarious Chicken Scratch bag and pen, some yummy dyke-alicious orange/vanilla loose leaf tea [she knows how to woo a lady], and some cute little pins. The pin shown here is from her excellent show 87% True: The Lies That Bind, which has been touring the Canadian

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Apparently people really like surveys. Thanks ya'll [I can't say that without hearing the Indigo Girls' voices in my head. Anyone else own 1200 Curfews and remember that moment?]. Thank you, thank you, thank you for spending time answering my bizarre-o questions. I'll keep it open for a couple weeks, but let's discuss some of my favorite early entries:To the person who wrote this: Q: Thoughts?

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As I mentioned last week, I've been working on a survey, which will help me establish a direction for FemiKnit Mafia. The idea came from my dalliances with SiteMeter, and the striking difference between the SiteMeter stats and the comments I get. I often wonder who these mysterious lurkers are. So I developed a silly little survey to see why people come here. We all know that lurkers won't

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Favorite Things Monday has been languishing, and today isn't an appropriate day to jumpstart it. The memory of 9/11 pervades the blogosphere, the news, and the lives of co-workers and friends. Celebrating my relatively meaningless household possessions doesn't feel right today.Plus, I have very mixed reactions to 9/11 and the 9/11 anniversary, none of which I'll divulge here. I'm not

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For someone who is constantly moving, thinking, and comparing myself to others, pure contentment is a rare thing. But this weekend, I've experienced it.- Farmer's Market- Recycling center- Lunch at the Flatbread Pizza Company in Amesbury, MA with Wifey and Little Man- Holding Little Man while he stared at the fire in the brick oven and squealed "Pizza" every time the cutie teenaged hippies pulled

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High college debt levels mean millions of young people face decades of student loan payments, which in turn can delay home-buying, saving for retirement, and saving to put their own children through college. "Overall, the level of debt for college graduates is much too high," said Robert Shireman, executive director of the Project on Student Debt. "It's time for policy-makers to adopt practical,

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Apparently Nina is sick of looking at the tattoo on my back, so she's advocating for a real post. Do you think a big-ass post filled with pictures and links will satisfy this woman?VACATIONIs it wrong that this was my crafts-to-pack pile? The bulk of my vacation week was spent on a road trip to my Mom's house. Even though Little Man and I have done this road trip alone before, I was terrified

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Have you seen the crazed shawl racing over at Seed Stitch? There's voting and prizes (roving, fingering weight yarn, Lorna's Laces, charity) and there's serious schmack being thrown around the blogosphere. Drama, drama, drama. I love it. I voted for Beth, primarily because I commute with her almost daily and I'm afraid of her sharp DPNs, but also because she's a women's college graduate, and

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Status as of last week. Aren't my glowing pastey legs just too sexy for words?Flash forward, after commuting and camping knitting, and the socks are within shooting distance of being an FO. Yesterday was deemed "Finish the Socks for Christ's Sake" Day, and in an uncharacteristic example of mise en place, I printed a new-to-me bind off (EZ's Sewn), ate lunch at my desk to maximize my knitting

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I'm too lazy to tell a Favorite Things story today, because this weekend was the annual camping pilgrimage to celebrate my FIL "Big Time"s birthday. The weekend was great, but without going into extruciating detail, suffice it to say that I'm tired, mosquito-itchy, and everthing in my house is either damp or soaked. The drive was long (5 hours), but the campsite was stunning*! Prior to

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The BFF&exGF#2 Wilde and her current GF Meade visited this weekend, and it was absolutely incredible! We did some copycat cooking and traditional baking; strolling through my favorite quaint New England town; window shopping; a serious search for a feminist-friendly version of Little Man's new princess & dragon obsession [found!]; a toddler-ized short trip to the beach; and a hike through the

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Love.Love.Loved the Lowell Quilt Festival. It was so much more extensive than I expected, so I only had time to skim the surface of the city-wide exhibits. Next year, I'll plan a two day trip. I went alone, which was an incredible gift from pregnant-Wifey. She's so tired all the time, so releasing me from my Mommy duties for several hours was very sweet. I whipped up her favorite ginger snap

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When MTV aired Chris Isaac's Wicked Game music video way back in 1991, I was in high school, and like all other American teens, I was very hormonal. As a baby hetero, I fell silent and slack-jawed every time I caught this video on MTV. There is a section of the video when Helena Christensen is decked out in a black lingerie set, but even as a baby hetero, I was obsessed with the main visual

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I am consistently inspired by Lisa Congdon, the artist behind A Bird in the Hand. She's smart. She's sassy. She's unique. She's creative. She's gay. For all these reasons, she rocks my world. For once, I saw something on her blog and thought, "hey, I could make that!" and I did.I made these two wrist cuffs on Saturday night, not entirely unrelated to my Sunday trip to the Lowell Quilt

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In the spirit of house-cleaning, I'm retiring this KAL from my sidebar. It's actually in the spirit of A.D.D. knitting because I have too many WIPs over there. If you're a Turtle and have finished, please drop me an email at thefeministmafia AT yahoo DOT com and I'll turn you green. Old posts can be found here, here, here, here, here and here.The Turtle Knit Along (original post) GREEN =

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When some very important news arrived in my inbox yesterday, I immediately cast on for a very small project.When this photo arrived in my inbox this evening, I feel deeply in love.When I got home tonight, there was real progress.Tomorrow, I'll find even more inspiration.

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