is another excellent meta-post from brainwane. Links to ~twenty think pieces on how we can hold each other accountable with as much love as we have for a better future.
And the comments are excellent.
I have STUFF. It accumulates. Being a frugal, responsible person, I kept a lot of it because "it might be useful" or "somebody else might find it useful" or "I could give it away on Freecycle" or "I could sell it on Ebay". And I did none of the above. None.
The effort and stress of listing something on Ebay has obviously been too great for me to summon up the energy to do. Likewise for Freecycle. This gives me much guilt, because putting things into landfill when they could be recycled is BAD. BAD KA! BAD BAD BAD! I have thus been caught between feeling guilty if I threw it away, and feeling stressed if I didn't. Because Stuff Taking Up Space is getting to really stressful levels for me. I have all these craft materials! I need to put them somewhere! I'm running out of space!
I have finally said "enough!" (or "too much", really). Forget Ebay. Forget Freecycle. Forget them all. One phone call, and I have booked a Hard Rubbish collection. My hope is that people round about will take at least some things off the pile before it gets collected by the Local Council. Shove my guilt, the stress has just gotten TOO MUCH. Stuff it!
So. Hard rubbish. Today I've been going around the house gathering stuff and clearing away stuff. Hopefully my nephew will help me tomorrow to put heavy things outside on the kerb.
( Read more... ) It will be good to get rid of it all.
I made two items for the same prompt, because it was such a fabulous prompt:
Threads. As light as gossamer or spun into a thread; holding things together at the seams; yarn woven into a tapestry or the warmest blanket; twisted into string, a cord, a rope. Threads of memory or of hair. Loose threads. (prompt by eoforth)
First piece: Interlocking Lives
On Etsy (more pictures, and yes, you can buy it!!!)
Second piece: Woven Threads
On Etsy (more pictures, and you can buy this one too!)
I looked back on my journal — ten years now — and realized that I always fall into a posting hole post-WisCon. I intend to post about what happened and then don't, because WisCon generates so many complex feelings. Then I feel like I can't post about other stuff until I get the WisCon posts up, and then it's November and I can start posting again.
So, I promise no WisCon posts (which means I might actually write some) and an update on my current goings-on.( Weather & the dog )
Other than that, don't expect to see much of me online until Tuesday.
balsamandash is doing a one-card draw, too.
I can see the god of hands:
flapping in joy,
dancing full of language,
poring over six-dot cells of knowledge,
easing joysticks across broken sidewalks,
torn between frustrated teeth,
cracked and callused and sore,
dowsing for love on screens,
flipping tables, throwing chairs,
juddering to a rhythm of the nerves,
loose and still,
balled into fists,
wrapped around guns
that turn out to be trinkets,
wet with tears.
I can see holiness
in the rising,
in the sharing,
in the reaching out to one another
in the demand
for freedom, food and futures,
even as your forces array against it. [...snip...]
and from Alaina Leary alainaskeys at the NYTimes' very worthwhile disability series: ( clicky ) https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/12/
Thanks to sasha_feather, I'd already read Alaina Laney's great essay on the trope of villains with facial deformities in Teen Vogue.
We are hosting a cuddle party over in our musebox community realfantasia.
Since we're doing it musebox-style basically anything goes (you can be yourself(ves), or a character).
There are two parts:
Part 1: is kid-friendly and clothing-or-bathing-suit-on for humanoids
Part 2: is consentually clothing-optional for humanoids
...Eight hours later...
I can haz one fingerless glove!
Using these instructions.
It is imperfect and uneven, but it does keep my hand warm. I made at least 6 attempts before I got all the way through the instructions without making an egregious mistake. (And I gave up on doing the ribbing altogether)
And, yes, that is what I have been doing all day. I haven't even had lunch, now that I think of it. Oops.
Still, I have a fingerless glove.
Mind you, there isn't enough left of the pinkish-purplish yarn to make another, so it is forever doomed to be a solo glove. Ah well.
...Three hours later...
I have another glove. This one was done with the blue yarn which came with the knitting machine.
This glove is longer, and I did the (ribbed) thumb and (ribbed) cuff with hook-knitting rather than on the machine, because I felt that it gave me more control. And the thumb on this one looks a lot tidier.
Oh, it's past dinner time, isn't it?