Friday, May 18, 2012
Our town has the last abortion provider in Wyoming, and this apparently enrages large numbers of people who having nothing to do with Wyoming. Every year OSA invades our town, on the weekend when the Boy Scouts host their annual antler auction fund-raiser. They cover the iconic town square (antler arches, Million Dollar Cowboy Bar) with huge photographs of aborted fetuses, drive around town in an "Abortion-mobile" and generally shit all over our wonderful corner of the world. My views on abortion are very simple; as women we have to have the right to control our own destinies. We are entitled to have control over our bodies. Abortion is horrible, and I doubt I could ever have one. But it is my right to determine the course of my life, and make these kind of decisions for myself. Let me re-iterate: these people are awful. They are the same ilk as the "God Hates Fags" group. It enrages me that they have the legal right to drive a thousand miles to a town that wants nothing to do with them, and deface our world with their craziness. Luckily, we are a town of smart people. The official strategy that has been widely adopted is to ignore, and refuse to engage. Once ranch sent a cattle truck to town, and parked it in front of their display, blocking the "view" of their truck, and any interaction. This is of course the worst possible outcome for OSA, who are looking for conflict and martyrdom. The last group packed up and left early because of the lack of engagement. Let's hope these cretins do too.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Here's the muslin for the SSJ in size 10. How charmingly delusional it was of me to start on a size 4! I still maintain that the only possible explanation is that my boyfriend printed out the pattern sheets at 75%. Only. Possible. Explanation. I'm not sure, muslins always look shitty to me. I think the weight of the fabric is prone to wrinkles and sags and bumps in a way that heavier wool isn't. I don't want to go down that long road to crazytown where every wrinkle is a sign of an incipient sewing armageddon (sewmageddon), but at the same time I want it to fit. The size seems correct. THe bust fits well, the waist is more or less perfect. I'll taper in the hips to follow the line of my own.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
I'm knitting my boyfriend a sweater for his birthday. I don't want to get married, so hopefully that will negate the ol' Boyfriend Sweater Curse. Of course, his birthday is on Sunday, and the sweater is - truthfully - yet to be started. So I mailed him this mini-sweater today, to help him keep the faith. Cute, no? It looks a tad zombie-ish somehow.
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
I took down my slightly down-with-babies post. I still feel the same way, but I realize lots of my friends don't. Not smart to insult your remaining friends at the same time as you're complaining that you never get to see them anymore. Wyoming is absurdly gorgeous. Green and verdant and people are just excited to be outside, climbing moutains, fording streams and so on. We live right out side of the Teton National Park, and driving home from a late-night campfire you have to be careful not to take out (or be taking out by) the thousands of mooching elk.