Posts by Karen Kaminski:
1. What a week. Call or write your elected representatives. I am still loving ResistBot (and have donated twice, I love it so).
2. I’ve also signed up for emails from The Wake Up, written by Sally Russell, who says, “Over the last eight years, I’ve been seIf educating on race relations, racial justice, white supremacy, and privilege in America, and well, it’s BAD. I’m convinced that change will not come until more white people wake up and take action.”
3. When the news makes you feel like this on the inside, it can also be helpful to blow off some steam. Read-shout along with me (if you don’t mind swearing): Shame Hillary Clinton Didn’t Try To Warn Us About Trump’s Basket Of Deplorable Nazi Fuck Trash
4. And far more productive reading: SPLC’s list of 10 Ways To Fight Hate
For the rainy season, here’s something from W.S. Merwin (from The Shadow of Sirius, 2009).
August arrives in the dark
we are not even asleep and it is here
with a gust of rain rustling before it
how can it be so late all at once
somewhere the Perseids are falling
toward us already at a speed that would
burn us alive if we could believe it
but in the stillness after the rain ends
nothing is to be heard but the drops falling
one at a time from the tips of the leaves
into the night and I lie in the dark
listening to what I remember
while the night flies on with us into itself
From 1943, here is a Department of War film about resisting the Nazi Party. (Just gonna ignore the fact that, 74 years and a literal world war later, this is relevant again.) The Atlantic has more on how this video resurfaced and spread.
From the narration:
“[The Nazis] knew they were not strong enough to conquer a unified country. So they split Germany into small groups. They used prejudice as a practical weapon to cripple the nation. […] We humans are not born with prejudices. They are made for us–made by someone who wants something. Remember that when you hear this kind of talk. Somebody’s going to get something out of it. And it isn’t going to be you.”
After thinking about it for two years, I finally made and wore a jumpsuit. It is baggy and a weird mustard color. It does no favors to my butt. It is loose and sloppy and wrinkly and I love it.
I feel like a Ghostbuster or like Rosie the Riveter. I feel really happy not being pretty. I want to accessorize my jumpsuit with a gray streak in my hair and giving good advice to young women and making young dudes a little alarmed.
I will be making more jumpsuits. Here’s the details on this one:
- I used the PDF Marilla Walker Roberts Collection, cut in a size 3. The construction with the clever angled back seam (detail below) meant I had to get it 80% done and then baste the front waist and outside seams to check the fit. It’s a true drop crotch, which I thought would mean a regular crotch on my long torso, but I ended up taking the shoulder seams up half an inch and cutting half an inch off the inside leg seam allowance, too.
- The pattern calls for flat-felling the majority of the seams, which sounded like too much of a time investment for a gamble on fit. I ended up doing a mock version of it, just topstitching down the seam allowance.
- I used Kaufman Jetsetter Stretch Twill that I’d bought to be Emerson pants but decided was too heavy. It’s nearly a jean weight so that’s probably adding to the “coveralls” vibe. (I’d be curious to try this in a heavy linen next time.)
- I set snaps instead of doing buttonholes, since “quick and good enough” was my approach to this one and I had a set of 100 leftover from my Tamarack jacket.
- My adjustments taking up the shoulder probably created the drag lines around the cut-on sleeve. I debating shaving the sleeves off while I was fitting this–maybe on the next linen one.
- I really can’t recommend wearing a baggy jumpsuit enough.
We’re a high desert, but we’re a desert nonetheless–so the August rains are always exciting after two months of dry heat. (They are especially exciting as you race the front back down the mountain and then drive home through a river on the streets.)
Check out that August light: clearer, whiter, more focused. We’re five weeks out from the equinox.
1. I’ve been trying to work remotely more and realize my goal of being a stay-at-home pet mom. Right now I’m only at home one day every other week (baby steps) and Toby just doesn’t remember what to do at those intervals. Yesterday he needed his blankie brought into the office before he could fall asleep…with his little head on the pillow:
3. For your Friday reading, a charming essay about embracing the inevitability of change in relationships.
by Anne Higgins
Suddenly it is August again, so hot,
I sit on the ground
in the garden of Carmel,
picking ripe cherry tomatoes
and eating them.
They are so ripe that the skin is split,
so warm and sweet
from the attentions of the sun,
the juice bursts in my mouth,
an ecstatic taste,
and I feel that I am in the mouth of summer,
sloshing in the saliva of August.
Hummingbirds halo me there,
in the great green silence,
and my own bursting heart
splits me with life.
I just saw this ad from Proctor and Gamble. I know I’m coming from a place of privilege; I know P&G is not doing this out of pure altruism. But it’s a well done piece of storytelling–of a story I’ve never had to consider–and good for them for making it.
I finished the latest Socks for Doc’s Pop this last week, two months later than his actual birthday. I don’t even have a good reason for the delay–looking back, I guess I spent July trying to keep the heat from wrecking the yard and also worrying about being in charge of the HOA? (Note to Past Self: Knitting would have helped with both of those anxieties.)
Anyway, they are done and he likes them. This is a thicker yarn, the Regia Active 6-Ply that I used in his first pair. He reports they’re the warmest so I found some more on eBay (it’s discontinued) and added stripes to make all the balls last longer. I used this Purl Soho pattern for a reference–I’m almost getting to the point where I don’t need to consult sock patterns, but not quite.