Made a boo boo (one kid should have gone back to school, today).
Got over feeling stoopid.
Started a sweater.
Got wet in the (DAMN) snow.
Smiled as I watched the kids write their names in it.
Best part-shaking my hair around while dancing with the girls.
It was the best because I didn’t really feel like it, but did it anyway and had fun.
Now, a decision: knit and watch (but mostly listen, to) something I know and love? Or watch Volver and pay attention to the subtitles?
There’s something so miraculous about watching a plant change and grow and bloom, up close.
My short-y goals also continue to bloom, too. The girls’ room got the fall cleaning treatment. Hubby and I DID get to go on our date! And, I nested, away from the computer (!!) with some knitting.
This is Ysolda’s, Gretel. Worked up in Moda Dea Washable wool that I got in a swap. This hat is difficult enough for me as it is loaded with cables. I was plugging along when I, somehow, had the right number of stitches but the pattern just wasn’t ending the right way.
I counted and recounted and then counted again. Nothing. I even went and bought the pdf pattern on Ravelry, which I placed a hold on and borrowed this Stitch and Bitch book to avoid doing, to see if the book pattern was wrong. It ain’t. On my way back to my bedroom, my mistake was suddenly clear. I read P1, K4, P1, but I was knitting P1, K4 over and over. Completely missing that second purl.
DUH!! It’s worse because I’ve made this mistake before. Several times. Whatever. That’s what happens when you knit at 3am while laughing your ass off at RuPaul’s Drag Race, the Ru-vealed special episodes. HILARIOUS! So, Ysolda gets another $6 bucks in her pocket and I can print out the pattern all nice and neat.
I also bought, rather impulsively, this color work pattern a couple weeks ago. I can’t wait to try it out.
And I was working on a Miette I started a while back. But it has been ripped back, almost to the beginning. It was coming out way too big. I’m sort of out of love with it and want to move onto something else. I really, really like this pattern.
Are you knitting anything?
So, yesterday was OK. A few tears, but I kept it together at work. I feel a bit like a weight has been…well not lifted. Lightened. It’s been lightened. For me, anticipation is often worse than the actual thing. Once I’m over the hump, I’m good. I’ll always be sad and I’ll always miss her, but time marches on.
Speaking of time, I don’t always make the best use of it. I will spare us all and save my excuses. And just start simply by stating what I hope to accomplish in November.
I’m doing OK since I started this blog post this morning! LOL
So far, I did three loads of laundry and started my story. And hubby and I have set a date (pending babysitter) for tomorrow night. Also, the boys’ room has been revamped and scrubbed clean. Tomorrow, the girls. I’m not sure that that is what they had in mind for working together, lol. But I need more help keeping this place clean and they’re more than capable. Eight additional hands will make the load much lighter.
As for now, I think I’ll go offline, grab my knitting and a DVD and tuck in for the night. It’s funny how I can get to bed so much earlier on a Friday night. I’m sho nuff the life of the party ;D
I’m sure I’ve shared my love of periodicals. I’ve also shared how hard it is to look out over a sea of magazines and see (maybe) one brown face looking back at me.
So, even though I’m supposed to be on a magazine diet, I could NOT resist bringing these two home. So I can leave them out and know that my brown babies will see someone like them, too.
Happy. Smiling. Brown. Beautiful.
Have you heard of The Amazings???
If not, let me bring you up to speed. The Amazings has this really brilliant concept. Learning time tested crafts from our elders!! Isn’t that cool!! All of those “Not your grandma’s insert craft type here” memes never sat well with me. They ARE their crafts and that’s fucking awesome!! I was SUPER delighted to receive an email asking whether I’d like to give their classes a try. Uhmmmm….YES!! Yes, of course!!
I’m currently enrolled in three. It was hard to know which to start with!! I have tons, and tons of sewing thread and an entire roll of melt away stabilizer that I’ve, literally, had for years. I also have some found-on-the-street hardcover books that once altered would be an awesome addition to any librarian’s home.
But, the truly awesome thing about the chance to enroll in these classes? This opportunity finally pushed me to try something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, make the switch to homemade beauty products (at the moment, I have 5 or 6 library books on the subject). I already try to stick to simple scents and basics like coco butter as I have small children and I am SUPER sensitive to strong smells. I almost never wear perfume and I can’t stand scented deodorant. My husband even had to switch because the smell of his was driving me crazy.
In addition, something I haven’t really talked about here, my paternal grandmother is a breast cancer survivor (don’t worry, this was not recent. She got the all-clear at her last check-up). Her cancer was concentrated in/around the breast tissue near her armpit. Which I’ve since read can be partially attributed to chemicals in commercial deodorants. She had her breast removed and underwent chemo. Scary stuff. If I can lessen my chance, and my preteen deodorant wearer’s chance, of experiencing the same…well it’s a no brainer.
The Amazings eliminated one thing that was stopping me: the need for hand holding while trying out this new-to-me craft. The other, sourcing the supplies. It turns out, I was over-thinking it. I got the pretty jars from a Freecycler and all of the oils from GNC. Because my hubby has their frequent shopper card, I saved a ton of money!
I started with the salt scrub. The kids decided that lemon was the scent of the day.
Side note: I even craft in homemade. I’m rocking a refashioned dress ;p
They had a great time helping me measure, pour and mix! And it smelled sooooo amazing!
In the end, we had two jars of lemon icy scented awesomeness!!! We all tried it on our hands and walked around sniffing them for the next hour or so, lol. I tried it in the bath and it was wonderful!! I’m totally and completely HOOKED! I went right onto making the witch hazel toner which felt great after my honey face wash. (I’d run out of honey and started using some leftover cleanser I had and it does not work nearly as well as raw honey and warm water.)
It was a good night for handmade at chez Sown Brooklyn!! I have another GNC run (for beeswax) before I can make deodorant, but I see more making on tonight’s agenda!
Share your fave beauty recipes in the comments and if you have none,
consider giving The Amazings’ Elders, with all of their wisdom, a try!!
Yesterday, hubby took the day off and we hit the road (in a rented van, gosh do we need a van!!) to
For those not in the know, Coney Island has been a Brooklyn institution since the 1920s!!! It’s history is so long and storied, I’ll leave you that link above to discover more, like the good librarian that I am ;o)
I wore handmade! My cropped Scout with the denim version of the skirt I wore with it the last time. My family were kind enough to snap pics of me all over the park ;o)
We had a really, really great day!! We had different plans, but sometimes a change of plan is the best recipe for an unexpectedly fabulous time!
The highlight of my day?
This dress is super special because the lovely Rachel sent me this gorgeous fabric from Brazil!! We got to spend some quality time together on her last trip to New York and have kept in touch since then. I so wish I could nip off to the UK for some more Rachel time!
This fabric (which has something of a Basquiat flavor going on, imho) was practically screaming MAXI DRESS, so I had to have Jamie Cristina’s Mission Maxi, of course. Both fabric and pattern have been waiting for their day in the sun and they better be satisfied because it was worn on perhaps the hottest day of my entire life! Jeez was it hot out, yesterday!
Rachel got to see a teeny bit of Brooklyn while here, but next time, we HAVE to visit DUMBO!! All of the photos in this post were snapped there. I took the kiddies for their first stroll around and ride on the carousel.
This photo gives you a glimpse of the ONLY thing I didn’t like about this pattern, the width of the straps. I wish I’d thought to widen them, the armhole/neckband application was NOT a fun time. I’m not completely happy with that area, but after wearing (and feeling awesome in) this dress all day, it’s a non-issue.
I also walk really fast and take long strides. I could have used a little more room to groove around the bottom, even though this is a combo of sizes already. Four at the upper/bust area, around 8 at the lower waistline (about where lowrise jeans would sit) and 10 for the rest. This was mostly in an effort to fit the pattern pieces onto the width I had and still have room for my hips, but other than the tummy area being a bit snug, I think it works!
Now I really want to make View C!
I struggled with whether or not to post anything here. About the massive blow the black community and parents of brown boys received this week.
The BLOW makes it impossible to let this place, my corner of the internet, go unmarked. For the event to go unrecognized.
You all know me. We may not have met in person. Our virtual relationship might be seen as impersonal, unimportant to some. But, for me, it is enough to grant you a different perspective on the pain and grief and immense sadness and ANGER many of us feel.
Because you know me.
Because you’ve read about my children.
My sweet boys and girls.
You know how much I love them.
How special and wonderful they are.
My precious children who I am powerless to protect from this world.
This world that sees them as a threat. This world that fears them.
I am that slain child’s mother.
Because I have two sons who will grow into tall, strapping young men. I have two sons who smile and wave at police officers at ages 6 & 7. The police smile and wave back. The same police who will “fear” them in 10 years. Whose very size and gregariousness and propensity to question, to ask why will make them targets.
I have two sons who can make a subway car full of strangers smile. The same subway car full of strangers who will “fear” them in 10 years. Who will makes faces at the loud brown kids. Who won’t want them in their space.
Can you imagine how frightening that is?
And how hurtful it is?
To know that my boys and girls will be judged for things they haven’t done.
I cannot even put it into words.
There are no words to explain to you how I feel.
Or how many tears I’ve shed.
Over this boy. And so many like him.
So many men that could have been my father, my husband, my uncles, my cousins.
I could not possibly put it into words.
I could not possibly make you understand.
But, if I don’t talk about it. If we all stay silent, what chance is there for change?
If I don’t feel hopeful,
if I don’t cry and get it out,
if I don’t love my boys and my girls and the brown boys and brown girls of the world,
I will lose myself and my sensitivity and my humanity.