I had the most wonderful knitting experience today. I went to Charleston’s Local Yarn Shop, Knit, because I realized that I was way too short on the particular type of yarn I had started my mom’s scarf on ( 1 skein of it only makes about one foot of knitting in this pattern, and I only have 2 skeins, so what the heck sort of scarf is that anyway?). So I went in and had myself a look around to see if they had the same yarn, or yarn that looked pretty darn close. You see, I’m doing a basketweave pattern in the scarf, so in my head I want a close texture to what I’m doing, not necessarily the same color I had before. I was sort of hoping for the same brand but in a different color that would be a nice contrast. No dice. I was about to leave the store when the proprietress asked me if she could help. So I take a shot and describe my dilemma. "Well, have you thought about doing a fisherman-style scarf?" She asked. "Do you know what that is?"
I didn’t. She explained how fisherman’s scarves tend to have nice patterns on the ends, but ribbing where the neck is so that it is nice and soft where it comes in contact with the skin. She then led me back to the chunkier yarns and matched the color of the yarn I was looking for to a lovely skein of merino wool.
It is truly a wonderful store and I will be sure to go there next time I need a yarn fix. Which may be soon, I have itchy fingers for yarn, specifically malabrigo, though I like most pretty colored yarns :D )
So if anybody is ever in Charleston, SC and needs to get themselves some yarn, check out Knit.
I’ve finished knitting them, I sewed on the button eyes, but I can’t figure out how to attach the mouth and have it look good. I tried to sew it on, but the thread showed and made it look stupid. Any ideas, crafters?
What I am vexed with is the idea that, by having an abortion, a woman is somehow being unfemale and, indeed, unmortherly. That the absolute essence of womanhood and maternity is to sustain life, at all costs, whatever the situation.
My belief in the ultimate sociological, emotional and practical necessity for abortion became even stronger after I had my two children. It is only after you have had a nine-month pregnancy, laboured to get the child out, fed it, cared for it, sat with it till 3am, risen with it at 6am, swooned with love for it and been reduced to furious tears by it that you really understand just how important it is for a child to be wanted. How motherhood is a game you must enter with as much energy, willingness and happiness as possible.
And the most important thing of all, of course, is to be wanted, desired and cared for by a reasonably sane, stable mother. I can honestly say that my abortion was one of the least difficult decisions of my life. I’m not being flippant when I say it took me longer to decide what worktops to have in the kitchen than whether I was prepared to spend the rest of my life being responsible for a further human being, because I knew that to do it again - to commit my life to another person - might very possibly stretch my abilities, and conception of who I am, and who I want to be, and what I want and need to do - to breaking point. The idea that I might not - in an earlier era, or a different country - have a choice in the matter, seems both emotionally and physically barbaric.
How To Be a Woman, Caitlin Moran
This is quite simply one of the single most honest, touching and convincing pro-choice arguments I have ever read.
When somebody says, “I don’t think women should be raped for wearing short skirts, but what do they expect when they do go out like that?” what you are actually saying is that if a woman in a short skirt is raped, you will be less likely to hold her rapist culpable. Which makes a woman in a short skirt really appealing to a rapist. That’s something that you did. That’s not something the woman in the short skirt did, or something the rapist did. You made that woman a more comfortable target by making it clear that if she got raped, you would be less upset about it, less willing to see the rapist go to jail, less willing to support the woman.”—Harriet J (via bitterbuffalo)