I was reminded how great it is that my boyfriend is American. And a feminist.

Last weekend, I was home visiting my parents. My grandparents were in town from Florida, staying at my aunt & uncle’s house down the road. On Monday morning, my mom called my grandpa and asked him if he had eaten breakfast (it was 10 am), and he said no. So my mom hurried up and made breakfast, and made me drive it over to their house – because only my grandpa and uncle were home, and clearly two men were not capable of feeding themselves. Then on the way back from dropping off breakfast, I had to stop at the grocery store because my dad said that he wanted to eat spaghetti that day, so I bought stuff to make him spaghetti.

Brian was supposed to come pick me up that evening, and both of my parents separately asked me what I was going to have ready for Brian to eat when he gets there. My dad even suggested that I prepare a plate for him, with all of the vegetables cut up and laid out, so that when B gets there, I can stir fry it all up right away and it will be fresh – “just like at a restaurant.” Meanwhile, they are asking me this while I am making spaghetti, so they assume that he is too good to eat Dad’s leftover (by 2 hours) spaghetti?! I love him and all, but NO WAY.

“If you see a man and woman walking into a hotel with a bottle of wine, and it’s 9:00 on a Friday night – does that mean she’s probably a prostitute?

Yikes. Sorry I let it get this long! I started doing some legit blogging, under my real name, for a news site. So in my mind, I was blogging regularly… just not here. Between that and all of the social media stuff I have to do for my job, my interweb muscles were flexed elsewhere. 

What’s new? Well I still hate grad school. I think I have swine flu. I conveniently have been suffering flu-like symptoms at the same time that I have about 40 pages left to write in the next 5 days. I’m trying to work, but I feel like craaap *insert Connecticut accent* Today at Whole Foods we saw an Asian girl wearing a surgical mask!

*It has come to my attention that I have what is considered, a “Connecticut accent.” Of course, like anyone with an accent, I’m all like I do not have an accent! Everyone else does! I guess it’s real, but I don’t care. At least it’s not Boston or Rhode Island!

So, how do we sound?

Vicki MacKenzie, a communication improvement specialist, said residents have a neutral-sounding accent that can be heard in how they pronounce certain letters.

In the Hartford area, its accent is distinctly different from Boston’s, particularly the sound of the letter ‘a,’ said Nancy Morgenstern, a communications coach who owns Speakbest in Avon. While most residents use the standard American English pronunciation of the letter “a,” which she likens to the “ai” sound in the word “air,” it’s different in Hartford.”The ‘a’ used in Hartford sounds like the ‘ea’ in ear,” she said. “You can hear the accent in words like Gary (GEAR-ee), craft (CRAY-ift), ferry (FEAR-ee) and class (CLAY-is),” she said.” – Read everything you didn’t care to know about Connecticut accents

See? Neutral sounding. I mean come on, if I were to pronounce mountain as “mounttttin” I’d feel like I were at high tea with the Queen. Maybe I should take the news station up on their offer for on-air training so I can learn to speak ambiguously for when I really do have tea with the Queen.  

bloody mary

When you were in elementary school, did you ever hear about the Bloody Mary game? Popular at sleepovers, the legend was that if you stood in front of the mirror and said Bloody Mary 10, 13, 20, whatever times, she’d come out and get you. Another version of this was Candyman, where it was the essentially the same thing, different name. 

Well apparently that’s enough to scare kids these days. Someone I know who works at a school said that the kids were telling her about Bloody Mary… except it wasn’t a game for sleep-overs, it was an e-mail address. If you send an e-mail to a certain address, you’re doomed and she’ll haunt you forever.

It’s nice to see that e-mail is thought to be a valid means of communication with ghosts. And that kids are actually falling for it. Kids these days!

Sewing Days

I happily sewed for three days, using only things I already had in my stash. I could’ve done more, but I ran out of things like lining, interfacing, and larger pieces of fabric so I decided to clean up shop and make a mental note to buy more fabric. This is what my workspace looked like during those three days. Head to the flickr for notes on what’s going in that mess and other pics of my projects.

Now I have a pile of things to add to my “Things I’ve made that are waiting for a home” box. Some people have candy bowls that their guests can take from; I have a basket of random knitted and sewn things to give away. Read more to see a summary. Read the rest of this entry »

I was really stressing over the thought of moving in with strangers, so I just booked a dorm single as my summer housing. It’s around $200 more per month than a sublet would be. But I’ll be able to walk to work and Barack’s crib is literally 3 blocks away.

The weather is starting to get warm and I’ve been feeling bad about my body lately, so I haven’t been in the mood to knit anything big like a sweater or top. Therefore I’ve been churning out the accessories.

Brian got another present. After knitting for 5 years, he had only received one scarf from me. All of a sudden this season he’s requesting lots of things and I delivered two. The first were the driving gloves. The second gift are these felted slippers:

Felted Clogs

I should’ve taken pictures of them before they got felted, because they were huuuuge. While I like that felting is magical in that it transforms floppy, loose knit fabric into dense hard felt, I don’t like it because it’s kind of unpredictable. You’re not sure how much it will shrink, you have to keep shaping it. There’s not enough control and I don’t like things I don’t control! 

I also made a quick hat. It’s not my favorite. I may or may not add a flower to it.

beret

I took a short trip to visit some friends in Portland, ME – the biggest city in Maine. It’s a nice place to visit. And I ate french fries that were fried in DUCK FAT, served with truffle ketchup!

There was a great little fabric store where I bought some small pieces:

new fabric

They are so cute. I just want to look at them and pet them rather than sew with them. For the longest time, I couldn’t understand how fashion designers could design clothes for other people and clothes that they wouldn’t wear. But now I’m falling into that trap, because every time I shop for fabrics and want to make accessories, I’m always attracted to bold colors and big graphic prints. But I never wear prints, and I rarely even wear colors. 

I’m on spring break this week with nowhere to go, so I’ve dedicated it to crafting, mainly sewing. The last thing I made was a customized “hookah bag” a year ago. I haven’t done any sewing in forever; I enjoy it, but I can’t seem to do it without making a giant mess and taking up a lot of space. Stay tuned till the end of the week to see the things I’m churning out.

Oh, also, I live in a condo building that has a bar on the first floor. These two things mean that the hallways usually smell like stale cigarette smoke or, if it’s dinnertime, cooking. But our neighbor decided to call management and complain about cooking smells from our apartment. Uhhh, what does he want us to do about that? What about the 30 other units in this building? So since I don’t have any school this week, I will try to cook a lot just to annoy him.

I’m PMS’ing hardcore today. It’s not always the same level every month, this just happens to be particularly bad. I kind of like it when my friends share stories about the things that they get upset or emotional over during PMS, because it makes us all feel not insane.

I have a facebook friend who I’ve only met once or twice. I know that he’s an Asian-American activist and one of the things he’s into is studying Asian kids who are adopted by white parents and grow up in America, as he did. So it showed up in my facebook feed that he found his birth mother and she wants to meet him, and he’s going to Korea to see her. This gave me goosebumps and made me cry a little bit. And then I felt really guilty and voyeuristic because that’s such an intensely personal story to know about someone who I barely know. Like it would be better if it were a stranger.

What are the weird things that you get emotional over?

Driving Gloves

Over the past 3 weeks, I’ve finished up three knitting projects that were hanging over my head. First up are Brian’s driving gloves. He requested fingerless gloves to keep his hands warm during the morning commute. I tried to make him these for Christmas, but they ended up being much too small. Finally, at the end of February, he got his replacement.

I’m sort of glad that the first pair didn’t work out. I had used Knitpicks Swish yarn, and I’ve been wearing them since January. They already look pilled and worn out. For these, I used the suggested yarn, Rowan Felted Tweed, which cost literally 3x more than the Knitpicks but I know they’ll look this good years from now. The pattern is from the book Son of a Stitch ‘n Bitch.

Other projects I finished were a pair of felted slippers and the Lace Ribbon Scarf – a springy/summery scarf that I started in August 08. They’re being blocked, so photos to come later.

red lipstick

My friends organized a Girls’ Night Out on Saturday, so I thought I’d rock out some red lipstick. I think red lips might be one of those things that women appreciate more than men. In fact, the first time I wore it (right after leaving the MAC store) Brian asked “Did you get your makeup done? Your lips look… more pink than usual…” That first day, I felt really self conscious about it and rubbed it off after B asked about it. This was my 2nd night wearing it, and I was pretty okay with it. Maybe it just gets easier with practice. Thoughts? Scary? 

Red lipstick, good decision. Weird photoshoot scenarios, probably not so much.

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