I do what I want.

I think I mentioned (once or possible a thousand times) that I found a jean jacket that fits me perfectly. This is an absolute miracle, since they usually blouse out at the back and STILL don’t properly cover my chest. I am very excited.


I’ve been collecting patches for approximately ever. Or 20 years. Whichever is longer. This is nowhere close to all of them, but it’s the ones that jumped out at me as jean jacket appropriate. I had already ironed on a Nostromo patch from the Aliens pack I bought for Will (he insisted that I have one).


I pinned them on, then freaked out a little, because aren’t patches supposed to be added one at a time? WAS I JUST TRYING TO BE COOL? But then I was like, wait. 1) I don’t have to try. 2) I’ve been adding them one at a time for 20 years. I just didn’t have the jacket.

Then I discovered that iron-on patches are the actual literal worst thing on earth. The thick ones can’t be attached with a home iron, and the old ones don’t stick very well. So I have to also sew them all on. Yay.

But it’s going to be super great! Pictures if I ever finish it.

P.S. I totes need a Hufflepuff patch.

Through the Feminist Glass

“I don’t understand you,” said Alice. “It’s dreadfully confusing!”

“That’s the effect of living in the Patriarchy,” the Queen said kindly: “It always makes me a little giddy at first—”

“Living in the Patriarchy!” Alice repeated in great astonishment. “I never heard of such a thing!”

— — —

“What sort of things do you do to fight the Patriarchy?” Alice ventured to remark.

“Oh, punishing the Man,” the Queen replied in a careless tone. “For instance, now,” she went on, “there’s the King’s Messenger. He’s in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn’t even begin until next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.”

“Suppose he never commits the crime?” said Alice.

“That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?” the Queen said.

Alice felt there was no denying that. “Of course it would be all the better,” she said: “but it wouldn’t be all the better his being punished.”

“You’re wrong there, at any rate,” said the Queen. “Were you ever discriminated against on the basis of your gender?”

“Only when it was my fault,” said Alice.

“But if you hadn’t been,” the Queen said, “that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!” Her voice went higher with each “better” till it got to quite the full hysteria of feminism at last.

— — —

“Only I have been so very mistaken about the world!” Alice said in a melancholy voice; and, at the thought of the injustice in the world, two large tears came rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh, don’t go on like that!” cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair of ever meeting a young girl who wasn’t convinced that the world was fair and just. “Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come to-day. Consider what a great joke misandry is. Consider anything, only don’t cry!”

Alice could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of her tears. “Can you keep from crying by considering things?”

“That’s the way it’s done,” the Queen said with great decision: “nobody can do two things at once, you know. Let’s consider your age to begin with—how old are you?”

“I’m 21, actually.”

“You needn’t say ‘actually,'” the Queen remarked. “I can believe it without that. Most women your age don’t believe in feminism.”

— — —

“I can’t believe that!” said Alice.

“Can’t you?” said the Queen in a pitying tone. “Try again: take a long deep breath and close your eyes.”

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t be a misandrist!”

“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve done as much as six misandries before breakfast!”


(Please read the title of this post like a swaggart walking into a room full of women.)

Sometime in the fall I decided to stop reading books by men. Maybe forever, maybe for a year–I don’t know. Most of my favorite books are already by women, but I tend to read books by men because they are just so available. I want to give women the spotlight in my own life, especially since we so rarely can wrestle it away from the status quo.

There are exceptions, of course (currently: for men that I know, for ongoing series I’m already reading, for rereads, and for research), but in general I am only reading lady authors these days.


Mind you, I don’t have a lot of time during which I can actually concentrate enough to read. (I think it’s important to distinguish between not having time–I have tons–and not having usable time.) My extremely modest goal is to read 24 books this year and I’m already behind.

I started out the year with a reread of one of my all-time favorite novels, Geek Love by Katherine Dunn. I believe this is the fourth time I have read it in ~19 years. It is one of the best novels I know of, and unlike my usual favorites. Although, I’m not sure that my usual favorites really fit a pattern? I will have to think about that some more. If you would like to think about it, too, a few of my most favorite books are We Have Always Lived In The Castle, My Antonia, and Code Name Verity.

I am keeping a running list of books I would like to read. I’m making use of my library system and of my kindle, though I have not yet managed to navigate my library’s e-lending service (I can’t stand the idea of e-books expiring). I have so many friends with books coming out this year that I could practically read books only by ladies I know. Not quite, but nearly–and I have to say, that is nice.

I am currently racing against my library due dates. I put holds on three books with varied wait times, and they all got to my local branch together. OF COURSE. And two of my friends’ books came out a week ago and I haven’t even glanced at them! The library books are Laura Ingalls Wilder: a Writer’s Life, which I am currently reading; Boy, Snow, Bird; and Girl Defective. The friend books are Tunnel Vision by Susan Adrian and Please Remain Calm by Courtney Summers. I need to read Susan’s book by the 14th because she will be in town for a teen author event.

I am not currently limiting any other media to women only, but my acquaintance Marya Gates is. She is only watching films by female filmmakers (writers and/or directors) in 2015, and she’s blogging and vlogging about it. There’s a lovely interview with her about it right here. (We began our projects independently of each other and I think it’s really cool that we both noticed the same problem and came up with similar solutions.)

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Fireside Collection


That’s Hot Cocoa on the left, Hot Buttered Rum in the center, and Hot Toddy on the right.

I am so pleased with the way this collection turned out, even if it took me a liiiiiittle bit longer than planned. (They were supposed to be ready for Thanksgiving, 2013. Yeah.)

I set Hot Cocoa aside for a long time because I’d been working on it the last time I saw Laurie and she gave me advice on some design elements and I just couldn’t work on it after she died. But it’s done now, and this spring I will wear it to the noir festival, which I’ll be attending without her for the first time ever.

So. I dedicate this set to Laurie. I miss you, lady.

Seraphina & Anjelica


New patterns! Whoo!


This is Seraphina. I originally came up with this design in 2011, and submitted it for publication with a third party. It was accepted, and matching bloomers were requested.


This is Anjelica. The matching bloomers.

The third party publication fell through, and after two long years I got my publication rights and samples back. Ta-da!

The patterns are available on Ravelry individually or as a set.

xmas time is here (and gone again)


When Sam saw his new pirate ship, which we had told him was really expensive when he admired it at TRU (it is really expensive), he shouted, “Aww, you had enough money! Thanks!” and we both cried. Because we want our children to understand that money isn’t infinite, but, you know. He is eight. We don’t want him worrying about it, either.


This is what Sammy picked out for me (the knotted one). He also gave me earrings that I failed to get a photo of.


Grace thinks I am as cool as Lily Munster. <3 <3 <3


Will found an ALIEN t-shirt with the original poster on it (just the top part). He gave me some other stuff too but I am really excited about the shirt.


I took some of my Christmas cash to Old Navy to buy jeans and spotted a rack of jean jackets. I have wanted one for years, but once they are big enough to fit my chest, they’re loose in the shoulders and billow out in back. BUT NOT THIS ONE. I assume it is made of sorcery and fairy dust.

We gave Gracie a razor scooter of her very own, and both kids a few smaller things (video games, books, Anna and Elsa dolls). Our families and friends gave us all nice things. Now we are gearing up for Grace to turn FIVE tomorrow. We got her a booster seat, because she has all but outgrown her carseat, and an art box just like the one she bought for her friend Viv and keeps saying, “I wish I had one…” Will and Sam are out right now so Sam can buy her a gift.

Time is moving really fast. And yet my Docs are still nowhere near broken in.


My favorite page from my favorite Christmas book, and an apt description of me 75% of the time. (The other 25% of the time I am sleeping.)

It’s 1991


Holy shit, you guys. I know Docs are hard to break in, but it’s been 20+ years and I guess I just couldn’t remember HOW hard they are to break in. This is the stiffest leather ever.


I’m going to have to get the left shoe stretched by a cobbler because the toe box is tight. The length is good and the right shoe fits just right, but the left shoe is painful after a little while. (I talked this through with the salesman. He assured me stretching is the way to go.)

BRB, I need some babydoll dresses and flannels.

So this happened today.

A thing that I do not recommend is ever driving your car, especially in Los Angeles, because if you do drive your car in Los Angeles, you will go through approximately one million potholes, and your passenger side tire will develop sidewall bubbles without your knowledge, and one day you will be innocently gassing up with your last $10 until payday, and you will check your tire pressure and see those bubbles, and your brain will send out the DANGER WILL ROBINSON signal, because sidewall bubbles mean that your tire could EXPLODE AT ANY MOMENT, and you will tearfully call your dad and ask him to buy you tires for Christmas instead of the lovely shoes you wanted.

If your dad is anything like my dad, he will send you money for tires AND shoes and you will cry a lot and then you will go buy tires and shoes. (Also there was a little left over and I got a bottle of whiskey for us and some groceries for J down the hall.)