Passive Aggressive Hair

I'm convinced that Wifey hates wool, knitting, and all things related to sheep. But she won't come out and say it. It comes out in weird passive aggressive ways, which if confronted with, she forcefully denies.

1) A couple weeks ago, we were all sitting at the dinner table eating corn on the cob (I think). Instead of reaching for her napkin, Wifey wiped her hands on the newly finished Woolarina socks for Little Man! In utter astonishment, I blurted out an incredulous "what the hell are you doooooo-ing?"

2) Yesterday, I was home with a mild eye infection and thought I'd be a nice wife and do some laundry. You know where this is going, don't you? I opened the dryer, hucked everything into a basket, dragged it to the bedroom, dumped it on the freshly-made bed, and stepped back in horror when I saw this:

FUZZ!


She felted the g-d d-mn brand-new never-worn handknit socks for Little Man, made from yarn that he picked out at a fiber festival! That's wrong on so.many.levels. I tried stretching them (see bottom sock), but they're still pretty small (see Zoe sticker for reference), and Little Man has big feet. Chances are good these wee socks will go to live next door with Little Man's best girl friend Lila and her baby sister Sophie. grrr.wifey.grrr.


In other photographic news, I didn't ignore the pleas for photos of my botched electric clippers hair cut. With the 3 jobs, everything is slower 'round these parts. Here you go. I was tired and loopy this morning. Consider yourself warned.

Hair has a mind of it's own. Fluff.


Hair and I get into it hot-and-heavy with the product. Crazy.


After a serious discussion about my professional prospects and what effect that will have on my ability to buy nice products for Hair, she decided to relax a bit.


OK, Hair -- this is a compromise I can live with.


See, I'm not bald afterall. Sorry Carry.

My Gay Frown

Such sad news, both for the movement and these amazing women. Hillary and I are in the same field and on several occassions she's provided valuable mentoring to me. She's a wonderful woman, and I wish her well.

But, damn it, I'm also mad. The right wing will have a field day with this information. Argh! And, as a young married lesbian with a child, who has struggled through times of near-divorce/separation, it's hard to see the older dyke relationships failing.

I know ... I know ... it's hard to be in the public eye, especially having a legal case of this magnitude named after you. It's hard when the Pope says "homosexual acts go against the natural moral law" in response to your case/life. And of course, 50% of all relationships end in divorce.

I've thought of these things already, but it's cold comfort.

I just want to befriend a nice old lesbian couple that's been together for 50 years and can show me how it's done. Help. The younger dykes are relying on you old ladies. Please -- we need role models.

Journal seeks a better home

Anyone want a copy of the Knitter's Journal? I'm trying to clean my office and it's sitting here looking lonely and begging for a home with a loving owner. This is what each of the 60+ project pages look like:


Comment to claim, and don't forget to include your email addy so I can contact you for your snail addy.

ETA: Maureen, the soon-to-be-blogging-Sockologist claimed the journal first. So off it goes to Colorado, to motivate Maureen to finish knit-gifts for her Massachusetts-based grandchildren. Wow, this blogging thing creates some very interesting connections, huh? Congrats Maureen, and please tell me when your blog is up and running, so I can hang virtual streamers and drink virtual champagne. Ciao!

Favorite Things Monday -Sex and Drugs

1) Thanks to our friend/patron/babysitter Barbara, who clipped this from the Globe for me. Love her!



2) Dude ... I'll volunteer for these studies.

I Heart Work Conferences

After 3 days of schmoozing and best practices, I have finished two feet of my Starry Sky socks. Another inch or so and I'll be turning the heels. Trust me that there's another identical 1/2-sock -- I had only two hands with which to hold said sock and take a picture.


Mere moments before hauling my suitcase out the door, I got an incredible package from Kat! She sent me a copy of One Skein, as part of her Gimme Your Stuff swap, as well as a beautiful photo of Jamaica Pond and some wicked yummy chocolate. Of course I dug into the book immediately, and I'm swooning over these pages:

Petal Bibs - possible giftie for someone who might be bringing home an infant very soon.

Unisex Gloves - silly name ... because you wouldn't want hubby to find out that you're using a pattern for women's gloves (gasp!)

Labyrinth Circle Rug. Love it!

Bath Mat. Must learn to crochet.

Thanks Kat! I burned your CDs on Tuesday and will hopefully toss them in the mail tomorrow.

Nail Biting, Knitting and Butterflies

Today's the day. I'm so nervous. So nervous.

So I'll post about knitting. Yes, I've been knitting. In spite of the three jobs I'm currently working (including some consulting for the gay marriage folks), I've been doing some serious A.D.D. knitting. Start a project. Start another project. Oh look, there's a butterfly!

Let's start with the boring stuff. You will be rewarded later. Don't scroll down, that's cheating.

Swatching for a new sweater for Little Man. Probably a simple raglan, either from Junior Knits or an Ann Budd composite. Yarn from School Products. Mystery superwash wool blend on a cone.


Swatching for the Pearl Buck Swing Jacket, but as this project languishes, lots of other beautiful sweaters are calling my name. Look, a butterfly!


Teeny tiny progress on the Eris collar. Distracted by the Pomona's? If you're at all interested in making jam, which has reached near-manufacturing status in our house recently, this is THE product. It's all natural, doesn't require sugar. You can use honey or nothing at all. Sets perfectly. Go buy some, online using PayPal or via old fashioned tools. It's easy.


My sister-in-law "Hag" was recently diagnosed with breast cancer at the ripe old age of 45. Although Wifey's sister "Little" is devestated, Hag is such a trooper. She, being the good old butch that she is, was delighted to lose a boob. She asked them to take the other one too. They didn't. She voluntarily shaved her head before the chemo started and gleefully rubs the stubble. You know us knitters ... a tragedy hits and we pick up the sticks. I proposed the Tits Bits because, in spite of Hag's joy in the loss of a boob, Little was missing it. Wifey sayeth - not funny. I proposed a nice soft chemo hat in appropriately butchy colors. Wifey sayeth - she won't wear it; she's a baseball hat kinda girl. Wifey asks Little. Little sayeth socks. Fine, but I have no butch-appropriate sock yarn. Bingo - I got official permission to shop for yarn, as opposed to sneaking it into the house like a crack fiend. Off to the Webs I ran, and found this lovely butchy sock yarn on sale for $6 per ball! Sidenote: LOVE the new Webs site design.


Starting a pair of toe up socks, two at once, to entertain my hands while my brain is at a work conference with my co-conspirator. It's work-appropriate slightly variegated black Koigu that I bought at School Products. I'm making up the "pattern" as I go, so stay tuned. It's so simple, I'm reluctant to call it a pattern, per se, but it's tenatively titled Midnight Sky. Perhaps Starry Sky, for the alliteration. The sock bag was a gift from Wifey two years ago.


Last, but certainly not least, I present Icarus. I'm not a lace fan. I'm not a shawl fan. But this pattern is stunning and with all the experts groaning about being bored, I thought, this is the lace for me! I'm using the $5 cone of white mystery lace weight from School Products. I should've gone down another needle size, but since this is purely process knitting, I'm not frogging it. I suddenly feel silly for bitching about the size of Koigu. Lace-weight? Yeah, my sausage fingers are NOT made for knitting lace. And yet, I'm enjoying it.


Must pack for my work conference now. Look, a butterfly!

Happy 50th Mom!

My Mom. My lovely, adorable, tough Mom turned 50 today. Isn't she purrrrr-dy?

(on the left)


In addition to buying her a very hip birthday gift, I'm working on a design that will undoubtedly be finished in the year 2010. Here's the prototype:



My Mom likes to walk around her neighborhood, and during a recent conversation about the appeal of iPods, I confessed to sticking my Nano in my bra while doing the dishes.

But my Mom, the woman who struggled through child birth, only to be rewarded with my teenaged years, should certainly have a better system, right? She can't go digging in her bra in front of the poor unsuspecting neighborhood children who just want to ride bikes in their driveway. So I've been looking everywhere for an interesting iPod shuffle arm band. No luck.

Out comes the sewing machine and the graph paper. The plan is -- length of fabric + elastic + vinyl sleeve to protect iPod from sweat = prototype.

I chose this basic design so I could make Mom several arm bands in several fabrics. My Mom is a girly girl, so I envision bold pinks and purples and flowery prints. Bold flowery prints should be perfect for her -- shortly after buying her new house, she painted every room pink. Her boyfriend recently bought her a small lawn tractor, and when my brother called it a "pansy tractor" Mom threatened to paint it purple. When my brother snickered and dared her to do it, she did. Now her tractor is purple and adorned with butterfly and flower decals. On his next visit, the boyfriend said, "Oh.my.god. What will the guys at the repair shop say when I show up with this?" My Mom's response? "I don't care." I laughed my ass off and scoured Michaels and A.C. Moore for additional decals.

Clearly my Mom needs several well-designed, custom-made iPod arm bands to match her many outdoor outfits (and her tractor? oy.). The problem with the prototype is the fabric isn't strong enough to withstand the pressure of the elastic, so the seams are popping. For prototype #2, I'll iron down some fusible interfacing and cut on the bias. Wish me luck.

In additon to the iPod, which should be on her doorstep before 3pm, my brother and I launched a sneak attack.* Bro wrote all over her car this morning with soap pen. "Old Lady Driving" on the windshield. "Careful. I'm 50" on the back window. "50" on each of the door windows. We know our Mom. She's perpetually late, so she had to drive to work in her freshly soaped car. And when she got to work ... mwah.ha.ha.

We coordinated with her colleagues at work to decorate her office. Bro snuck in last night, hung black streamers in her doorway, filled her office with black balloons, and blew up a 3 foot tall birthday cake for her desk. We bought "Over the Hill" plates and napkins and ordered a cake to be delivered to her office at 12noon. Hopefully she's eating cake at this very moment and being tormented by her very feisty and practical-jokester colleagues.

Wish my Mom a Happy Birthday, will ya?

*before you jump to Mom's defense, keep this in mind: at every job I've ever had, at some point in the first 6 months of my tenure, a mysterious fax addressed to my boss will arrive. The image? A picture of me from high school. Ouch.

Favorite Things Monday - Curls & Cheeks

This photo of Wifey is one of my favorite photos of all time. In addition to being astoundingly adorable, this little girl exudes Wifey's special brand of confidence. She's sassy. Smart. Direct. Uncompromising. In love with sailboats. Up to something. Easy to pinch and squeeze. A rascal. Playful. Loving. Intensely loyal. Sweet. Little has changed since 1979.

Wanna pinch those cheeks or tossle that hair? Me too.

Attack of the Clippers

If it's midnight, don't reach for these:
despite how creative you've been feeling all day.

You might end up with this:


Stay tuned...there's a knitting post on the horizon.
For now -- g'night. Tis 1am. Toddlers crow at 6am. eek.

Entitlement, my ass

1) These four people are hypocritical assholes.
I'm so pissed, my head is about to explode.

The state's four Catholic bishops issued a statement, dated Friday, saying that the push for same-sex marriage stems from "an exaggerated sense of entitlement."

The bishops said the proposed constitutional amendment to ban same-sex marriage "is not extreme, bigoted, or religiously sectarian" but "reflects the deeply rooted consensus in our society about what marriage is."

"In our society, every person has the civil right to marry, but no person should have the right to tailor the institution of marriage to his or her personal wants," the bishops' statement said. "An exaggerated sense of entitlement is eroding the right of society to have a strong institution of marriage."

[italics, mine] Via the Boston Globe. The rest of the article is great. Special thanks to the business leaders who signed the ad in support of marriage equality!

Hey queers ... Do you feel entitled by:
- The legal obstacles (read: crazy-making delays and fees) to your inter-state adoption?
- For the legal obstacles to your co-parent adoption?
- How about for getting "dyke" yelled at you from a moving vehicle?
- Or perhaps for discrimination you face on the job?
- Or for 3 out of 4 of your neighbors with children under 5 refusing to invite your child over for playdates?
- For paying taxes on the health care benefits that cover your partner?
- Or being asked if your husband would be interested in changing your long distance provider?
Nope ... me neither.

2) Mom - this is why I don't live in NY anymore.

Top NY Court Rules Against Gay Marriage. Thankfully the NYS legislators can still enact marriage rights. NYS legislators - please fix this. Please?

It's a hard day to be gay.

Swap-a-licious

Swap #1
Nina started a great new site - Swaparama Mama - where she swaps her handmade stuff for other people's handmade stuff. I love her pins, and was excited to claim this one before someone else snatched it.



As if the pin wasn't enough, I got a whole package of goodies in the mail.



Love mail. Love it. Thanks Neen. Now I must figure out what to send her...

Swap #2
I claimed a copy of One Skein from Kat's Gimme Your Stuff exchange. I'm compiling some excellent folk and bluegrass tunes to entertain her ears.

The environmentalist in me enjoys this form of recycling.
The anti-consumerist in me loves supporting local artists/crafters.
The consumerist in me loves new stuff!
Good times.

Favorite Things Monday - my fortune

You Are The Wheel of Fortune

You represent the cycles of life, death, and rebirth. You embrace change, the the ups and downs of life. Fate is something you accept, even when you could possibly change things. Big things tend to happen to you more than other people. [Danielle, stop laughing] Your fortune: Something huge is about to happen in your life, and you have little control over it. You must accept your destiny, but luckily it is good fortune that has come your way. Big things and big changes are about to come your way. And while things will be intense for a while, they will be followed by a period of rest.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Thanks to Suzanne for the fun.

Inspiration

This is exactly how I feel about knitting, quilting, blogging, and my new craft room. Alas, if only I were independently wealthy ...

"When I work on a quilt, I put away all thoughts that are not helpful and channel my energies towards relaxing and becoming one with my fabrics. Since I work intuitively, this is absolutely important. I begin to see shapes in my head and think about how to cut them out of my huge palette of colors that I have hand-dyed in my basement dye studio. Never, ever do I think about what others expect or want or what will sell, but rather I look at my time in my studio as a process of discovery. I love being inside my brain and pushing myself to think in ever more complex ways because I know the ideas are there for the taking. It’s all about being focused and disciplined and making use of one’s abilities. And about being alone, in solitude, so one can think and feel deeply without interruption. I have definitely grown far closer to myself rather than to others because I see my quiltmaking as my experience which has nothing to do with other people."

-exerpt from Nancy Crow's artist statment, as posted on WhipUp

Home sick

Monday, Wednesday, Thursday - home sick.

It's not such a bad deal...

Yes, he's wearing his favorite socks (snowmen) pulled up to his knees, and a Manny Ramirez (Red Sox) t-shirt as a skirt. Wifey was napping, obviously.


P.S. THANKS so much for all the Matisse quilt love. I'm completely bowled over by everyone's kindness.
P.P.S. Emails will be slow for a while as I struggle with my FT job, PT consulting job, and PT teaching gig while trying to heal the lungs. ...cough...

Favorite Things Monday - Matisse

I absolutely adore Henri Matisse. I especially adore his paper collages. Every piece seems so simple. Deceptively simple. Most champion his use of color, which is certainly stunning. But I love his lines -- the curvature of his paper cuts, sketches and brush strokes. In fact, if forced to pick just one Matisse piece, this would be my favorite because I'm entranced by the bold black strokes that form her body.

Reclining Nude with Blue Eyes

Matisse is pure inspiration. So it's with no small tangle of nerves that I present my homage to his Blue Hair - a quilted wall hanging.



Back (for those who like quilting lines):


Signature detail (meant to mimic Matisse's):


If you noticed a departure from the original, you are correct.

The biggest change was to the woman's body. I drew her curvier and larger (read: more realistic). In addition, Matisse's Blue Hair has always bothered me because I couldn't figure out where her arms are. So I interviewed my local experts. Wifey thought both were thrown behind her. Mom thought both arms were above her head and she was wearing a scarf (nude+scarf? ... Mom... I don't want to know). I thought the right arm was behind her and the left was above her head. So I took the liberty of altering the piece to match my vision of this woman's ecstatic leap.

This little quilt was supposed to be a 50th birthday gift for a very dear friend. Two years ago. I had planned to replicate Blue Hair exactly, but I never started it. However, with birthday #52 coming up this week, I decided to get to work. Once I started tracing the print, I realized that her arm placement and body shape bothered me. And I believe this was the obstacle to starting this project long ago. But I took the liberty of 'fixing' it for a modern feminist audience, and now I'm happy.

Also - I'm hooked. Wouldn't this make a nice Kaffe-Fassett-esk quilt?
Large Composition with Masks
Happy Monday.

Sucker for a Quiz

I'm a sucker for a good quiz, found via MsFortuknit. Are you surprised by the results? Me neither.

You Are 35% Normal (Occasionally Normal)

You sure do march to your own beat... But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all You think on a totally different wavelength And it's often a chore to get people to understand you

How Normal Are You?

Falling Apart

Apparently I'm not meant to work 3-4 jobs simultaneously, because my body is falling apart. I have a couple of chronic health problems that I've learned to live with, but this effing vacation week, I'm totally falling apart. In addition to the chronic crap, my Mom (a Nurse Practitioner) thinks I have pneumonia. Pneumonia? Who gets that? Isn't that some 18th century disease, like rickets or shingles? Or a disease for the young, old and frail? After I stopped coughing and bitching about this ridiculous possibility, Mom convinced me to schedule a Doctor's appointment. Grr! You gotta love a woman that can sit back and listen to her daughter hacking up a lung while bitching about 18th century public health and the overuse of antibiotics in contemporary America. Yeah, Mom's a saint.

Of course nobody likes being sick, but it's not the nasty symptoms that bother me, it's the fatigue. I don't like sitting still*. I always have a full schedule, by choice, and I don't appreciate some effing virus/bacteria getting in my way. If only these bitty bugs were large enough to see, I would smush smush smush them into oblivion! Arrrrrgh ... smush. Arrrrgh ... stamp. Arrrgh ... splatter. Arrgh ... schmear. Argh ... sleep.



*Please don't say things like, "perhaps your body is trying to tell you to slow down." yes.yes.I know. But slowing down doesn't actually work. I've tried. I just get antsy and bored. So this is me. Fast.fast.running.fast.

Favorite Things Monday - the Catch All Episode

I'm on an MIT-vacation this week, and I'm feeling super happy. Perhaps this is why:



Because I'm cool and happy, it's hard to pick just one Favorite Thing today. Let's start with yarn, since presumably that's why you're here.

NYC indulgence, part 2:

That's yarn from School Products, the oldest yarn store in Manhattan and former employer of my favorite local teacher/designer/commuter/pal Alison Green Will. Alison -- the older (Russian?) guy who owns the place sends his love. What you see here is:

1) two 1lb cones of some mystery 50% wool, 50% acrylic (read: washable) yarn in precisely the same cornflower blue that I wanted for a sweater for Little Man, but which became a knitting bag. And ... it was $12 per lb./cone. Score!
2. one cone of a mystery white laceweight merino blend that I have no idea what to do with, but it was in the $5/cone bin, so I brought it home. Any ideas?
3. Two skeins of Koigu in a slightly variegated black. I know ... I know ... it's boring. But I wear black socks to work nearly every day in the winter, so these will get a LOT of use. And, if I choose a lacy pattern, I might get something closer to knee-highs.

When I write about shopping excursions like this, I start to feel guilty and ... even a bit ... hypocritical (she says sheepishly). After all, in my early blogging days, I wrote a scathing critique of this practice. Since then, I've learned a bit about quality materials, am less black-white about the topic, and I'm slightly more financially solvent (not much, mind you ... but a little). However, I still prefer bargains, and recycle materials whenever possible. Perhaps I've found a middle ground?

The New Craft Room:
One night, while dragging my PumaQuilt supplies from one room to the next, in a futile effort to avoid Wifey and the Kitties, I decided I needed "somewhere I can get the hell away from you creatures" my own craft room. A few days later, it dawned on me that our landlord keeps a small room in the back of the house for his storage. Landlord – can I pay you a little more money each month so I can get the hell away from those creatures have a home for my supplies? Sure. (????!!!!!) After a couple weeks of finding all my hiding places, dragging piles into the new room, and creating some semblance of order, I present to you … a room of my own!

The Whole Thing (yes, it’s really small)

If you want details, the "Craft Room" set on Flickr will show you where everything is located.

The Left (her better side, I must say)



The Right


The Yarn Stash (you know you want to see it)


Random Stuff:
-Tooth hurts. Vicodin rocks! Root canal tomorrow morning. Wee!
-Lots of teaching prep and consulting work to do this week - the main reason I'm taking these "vacation" days. I hope to squeeze in some serious crafting time though, so there might be exciting FO pix.

Whoah .. I've been on the computer for a long time. I need a smack-down.
Mafia ... let's review your priorities for this week:

1. Consulting Job
2. Wrangling Family Finances
3. Teaching Job
4. Showering
5. Crafting

Do you see "dick around on the computer" on that list? Yeah ... I didn't think so. Go call your client.

OK. Gotta go. Ciao.

Rocky Islands

The Goddess of New England was clearly offended by my last post, because she convinced Poseidon to surround the Amtrak rails with the most incredible beauty today. The coast of Connecticut was unbelievable. Pale blue skies. Dark blue water. White sails. Densely packed marinas. Lighthouses. Bridges. Train tracks. Trees. Clapboard houses. Rocky Islands.

Then I rolled into Boston, exited the train and heard "Mommy!" from the end of the platform. Little Man came galloping down the platform, jumped into my arms and snuggled into my neck. Could I possibly love anything more than this child?

While Wifey, Little Man and I strolled to the car, I breathed in the slightly salty Boston air, greeted the cluster of financial district towers and felt genuinely glad to be home. I missed you, Boston.

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In the wee hours of tomorrow morn, I start teaching again. In spite of spending many post-conference hours prepping, I still don't feel prepared. I spent most of the train ride today cramming knowledge into my head, structuring a compelling lecture, and caffeinating my brain into chemi-creativity in order to design a group activity. Finished? Nah. Never. But I'll do the best I can all morning, and happily spend the afternoon with my wee family.

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Stay tuned for ... Photos of NYC yarn. The story of my new studio/craft room. No MIT work next week, but plenty of consulting and teaching prep to do. A misbehaving tooth and the narcotic that's smacking it into submission. Fun times!

Mobile Blogging Machine Enabled

Coming to you live from New York City, it's the Mafia and Danielle yarn crawl work conference. Starring Joelle Hoverson and Brian(Bryan?) in the role of Purl Patchwork genuises.

With a bit of pre-conference free time, Danielle and I ran down to Purl Soho and Patchwork. I spent most of my time in Purl Patchwork. I love this place. I wanted to curl up in a corner and have someone pet me with cotton prints. I'd make a great shop cat. Meeeow. You hear that Joelle? And I'm tough too. Mrrrow.Hiss.

Purl - what's not to love?! Turquoise facade. Artfully simple arrangement. Stunning fabrics.





I had a mission. Little Man needs a new quilt. His inherited-from-Wifey store-bought jobby is falling apart. Now that I'm done with the Puma quilt, I can focus on my dear sweet. The plan was to copy the capri stripe quilt from Pottery Barn Kids.

But of course, I was immediately drawn to Heather Ross's amazing whimsical prints. And it was all downhill from there.

Stacking bolts with cutie Brian(Bryan?). He's my new best friend.


With the addition of some very helpful advice from Danielle and Joelle*, Brian(Bryan?) and I decided on these.

*I didn't realize I was in the presence of knitting royalty until we left the store and Danielle said, "how cool is it that Joelle Hoverson helped pick out fabric for your quilt?" Yep. Pretty cool. Also, it's a good thing I didn't know. I would've done something stupid like drool on her.

In addition, Little Man will get two new pairs of summer bum-around pants.
Swimmy Fish.


Dream Bikes.


On the way to NY, we stitched and bitched and pissed off nearby elderly gentlemen who wished for peace. Two words dude - Quiet Car. Go find it. In spite of MonsieurGrumpyPants, there was real progress on my knitting. My Mom's mohair poncho grew.


The Eris collar grew. [yes, I brought an entire cone in my garment bag. I'm a dork.]


The Work Conference ...


provided a nice backdrop for Little Man's socks (yarn from Woolarina). If anyone asks, I most certainly was not knitting during the keynote address.


One final thought - NYC. I miss you.
I lived in NY for a very intense year+ when I was 20-21. I loved it then, and I love it now. Everytime I roll down road or rail into Yonkers and the buildings start to grow, I get this childish little grin, and simultaneously fill with excitement and relax into a sense of home. This is based on many many things, but a significant part is my dear sweet friend Diane, who I was blessed to spend Tuesday night with. And I'll have her again tomorrow night. Wee!


This photo blogging opportunity was brought to you by the letters M, I and T, who believe in 'investing' in their employees. I raise the mobile blogging machine in your honor. MIT rocks.

Favorite Things Monday - Dear Friends

When Wifey and I were planning our wedding, we took the advice of many many people and registered. In spite of my initial apprehension, I realized that straight people register all.the.time and that I should partake in this tradition to avoid future bitterness about the well-heeled houses of my straight friends. And of course, the registry was filled with gifts we liked, opposed to that hideous crystal bowl.

As we started our registries, we encountered the not-surprising computer database fields of "bride" and "groom" and the 5 second pause whenever the lovely ladies at the bridal registry table realized we were not bride and bride's maid, but the.couple. In times of aggravation, Wifey reminded me that we could've been a couple in 1950. Nuff said.

As it turns out, registering was tons of fun! We decided on Macy's (because a ritzy friend convinced me that it was necessary), Crate and Barrel and Target. The Target list was easy-peasy. The Crate and Barrel list was pretty damn easy too.

But the Macy's list was hard. I felt guilty because everything seemed over-priced and unnecessary. Except this one thing -- I fell deeply in love with this huge bowl, but shuttered when I looked at the price (@$120).

I mentioned this to my co-worker and dear friend KickBoxingGrrl. She said "Register for it. Maybe someone will buy it. You never know..." So I did, and for the next few months, I watched as items at Target and Crate and Barrel were "fulfilled" and the Macy's items (notably 'my' bowl) were left "unfulfilled". I know, I know ... you're not supposed to watch the registries, but seriously ... who doesn't? Liar.

A few days before the wedding, I showed up at work to find a huge box waiting for me. KickBoxingGrrl said, "I didn't want to haul this all the way to western Mass, and I didn't think you'd want to haul it back to Boston. So here's your wedding present." I opened it up and just about died when I saw 'my' bowl and a pair of matching serving utensils.
"Are you crazy?" I said.
"Well, you've been talking about it for months. What did you expect?"
"But it's so expensive. You can't afford this!"
"Oh stop. Do you like it?"
"Of course. I love it!"
"Well, then shut up and say Thank You."
"Oh ... right, right. THANK YOU so much. You really shouldn't have done this!"
"Shut up and say Thank You."
"Right ... Thank You, but ..."
"Shush!"

My bowl always has a very prominent place in my house. And it reminds me of my dear friends and how to be a dear friend. Generosity of time, money, energy, love, and even bossiness is something I cherish and aspire to.

Thanks to KickBoxingGrrl, to Diane, to Danielle, to Barbara, and to all the other women who have given so much over the years. This is particularly timely because I'm jumping on the Acela tomorrow for a work conference in NYC, and have blocked off time to spend with Diane. I can't wait to see her!!

Roller Coaster

HIGH
On Wednesday night, PumaMom and Sidekick came to my house to 'decorate' the quilt. As a classic-style non-femme lesbian, I was terrified of what could happen when two Synchro coaches attacked my quilt with sequins and rhinestones. After a lovely dinner and a bottle of champagne (how sweet is that!??), we spread the quilt across my living room floor and they pulled out boxes and canisters of sparkly things. eeeeek! But as they started placing the rhinestones and discussing color, shape, size, I calmed. And most shockingly, when the final bits and bobbles were laid in their permanent locations, I actually liked it (!~!~!). Then we glued and glued and glued.

LOW
And all day Thursday I sewed bits and bobbles. After two train rides, one MIT SnB and a couple hours of hand-stitching last night, PumaMom came to pick up the -finished- quilt. I considered taking pix, but there was no natural light for the arty (and descriptive) photos I envisioned. But here's the real surprise ...

After she left, I cried.

I.cried.

Those people who know me will be picking themselves up off the floor for a couple minutes which will buy some time to tell you others that I.don't.cry. I just don't do it. At about age 6, I 'trained' myself not to cry because it was a sign of 'weakness.' At age 20, when I decided some therapy could be helpful, I tried to train myself to cry again. For a couple years, I could shed a tear or two, but I'm back to the dry-eyed-dyke of yore.

So I was quite surprised by this crazy emotional response. PumaMom was taking "my" quilt away from me. Forever. Who knew that I was that attached? Not me.

HIGHEST
But this morning was the perfect antidote. I slept a little later than usual (ass-crack-of-dawn as opposed to hellish-zombie-ass-crack-of-dawn) so I took a later train. My drowsy clicks on Little Man's socks attracted the attention of a little girl who sat next to me. Her father and two younger sisters had to sit a couple rows back, so perhaps she was thrilled with the freedom. First she stared. Then she reached out and gently touched the Addi cable. Hmm ... a future knitter. So I pulled the earbuds out, turned off Ms. Nano, and chatted with my new 8 year old friend. And within minutes, she had the size 0 needles, MagicLooped Addis, and 1/2 finished sock in her hands. 20 minutes later, she was skillfully throwing sock yarn and knitting teeny stitches. She told me that she likes Hello Kitty and asked if I could knit Hello Kitty socks. Sure, I guess. I told her about 'kid's needles' and thicker yarn and starting with a scarf. She charmed all 8 people sitting near us, to the point where each successful stitch was met with claps and cheers from the herd of commuters. At the end of the trip I gave her my business card. I hope she emails me. If she does, I'll send her a package of needles and yarn. Anyone know where I could find needles with Hello Kitty on the tops?

Hilarious!

Thanks to M., I nearly snorfed my tea all over my desk this morning.

Go snorf for yourself.

And fess up in the comments -- how many of these dances have you done?
I've done very nearly all of them ... eek!


The Puma quilt is very nearly done, and an update is coming soon. I really needed some time with the pointy sticks, so I picked up Little Man's socks-in-progress yesterday, and I'm feeling much more centered now.