Tuesday Tool: New Rivet Press

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Last week I got an email from my health insurance that I’d earned rewards (for being healthy?) and gotten a digital gift card. I immediately spent it on a semi-professional rivet press because–with 5 pairs of jeans under my belt–I was tired of hammering in jean buttons. Behold!

A metal table press for installing hardware on a work surface, surrounded by dies and bags of rivets and buttons.

There are a lot of options for home table presses: Gold Star Tool, C.S. Osborne, the aptly-named GrommetMart, and my beloved KAM Snaps. I went with KAM because they had the best explainer videos/made it really clear what you needed, plus I’ve always had great results from just their hand press and plastic snaps.

Two fabric scraps with test jeans buttons and test rivets installed

My test buttons and rivets went in like butter and I even tested a generic Wawak button and it worked fine! (My only hesitation with KAM Snaps was their limited metal colors–no classic copper–but now I can source hardware from the other places.)

PS – Here’s a deep dive on different jeans brands rivet types.

Twelve Years (Tomorrow)

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Twelve years ago a friend arranged for me and a tall handsome man with kind eyes to be at a birthday dinner. Of course he makes me happy (every day), but he also makes me a better person and a better partner. I can’t imagine a life without him.

Two skeletons from Pompeii gaze at each other. Text says, Love be like, "I will end in heartbreak or death." My partner in life, you made the pain of existence worthwhile.

Thursday Poem

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I’ve been missing Toby and my mom and how things were ten years ago. I love the title on this one, and the green motif that goes from fields to bruises to hope. Something to remember:  “Every wound closes. Repair comes with sweetness,/ Come spring. Every empire will fall:/ I must believe this.”

 

Greensickness
by Laurel Chen

after Gwendolyn Brooks

My wild grief didn’t know where to end.
Everywhere I looked: a field alive and unburied.
Whole swaths of green swallowed the light.
All around me, the field was growing. I grew out
My hair in every direction. Let the sun freckle my face.
Even in the greenest depths, I crouched
Towards the light. That summer, everything grew
So alive and so alone. A world hushed in green.
Wildest grief grew inside out.

I crawled to the field’s edge, bruises blooming
In every crevice of my palms.
I didn’t know I’d reached a shoreline till I felt it
There: A salt wind lifted
The hair from my neck.
At the edge of every green lies an ocean.
When I saw that blue, I knew then:
This world will end.

Grief is not the only geography I know.
Every wound closes. Repair comes with sweetness,
Come spring. Every empire will fall:
I must believe this. I felt it
Somewhere in the field: my ancestors
Murmuring Go home, go home—soon, soon.
No country wants me back anymore and I’m okay.

If grief is love with nowhere to go, then
Oh, I’ve loved so immensely.
That summer, everything I touched
Was green. All bruises will fade
From green and blue to skin.
Let me grow through this green
And not drown in it.
Let me be lawless and beloved,
Ungovernable and unafraid.
Let me be brave enough to live here.
Let me be precise in my actions.
Let me feel hurt.
I know I can heal.
Let me try again—again and again.

Good Old Irving Berlin

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I saw the above cover of a purported Irving Berlin song on Instagram and thought, “No way is that real”  But reader, it IS. It appears in the “list of Irving Berlin songs” Wikipedia entry and Glenn Miller recorded it in 1941:

 

Many other artists followed Glenn in 1941, if we can believe whoever compiled everything on Secondhand Songs. I can’t blame them; this is catchy as hell.

“When they lay him twelve feet deep
I’ll be there to laugh not weep
When that man is dead and gone”

Shirt Season Started Early

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When you have 20 years of blog archives, it’s easy to identify patterns. In this case, every spring I start thinking about sewing button-up shirts. It’s early this year–previous posts were in April or May–but it’s also been an unseasonably warm winter so that makes sense.

I have two at a time going right now: One in a Liberty from deep stash (RIP, Fabric.com) that will be my “Easter dress,” and another in a woven stripe I picked up with the last of a gift card from Sewtopia. (There’s also a cut from Salt Lake Sewciety waiting to be a different button-up shirt pattern.)

Two shirts being sewn with collars but no sleeves. One is small pink floral and one is blue and purple stripes.

(Speaking of blog archives, that Liberty is a different colorway of a shirt I made in 2016 that I hulked out of but still have. Good to know my taste is pretty consistent.)

 

Monday Mood

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I saw this over the weekend and it’s absolutely perfect. (I’ve been looking at job postings not because of anything specific at work, just as insurance against whatever happens to public health funding in the rest of this terrible administration. They all say shit like they’re Special Forces, not a job.)

 

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Friday Links

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1. This book review knows how to get me to pay attention: “This may be the only book in existence that discusses the game of Twister, the ethics of Aristotle and the mechanics of bureaucracies.” (The book–The Score by C. Thi Nguyen–sounds really interesting.)

2. Happy International Women’s month!
Screenshot of a tweet that says "Could we just run a trial period on matriarchy and see if it helps"

3. I liked this one (currently debating getting a new $$$ pillow).Cartoon of two birds looking in at a woman in a bed with lots of pillows. One bird is saying, "What an amazing nest."

Pizza Hut Nostalgia

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I had no idea Pizza Hut is remodeling some older stores to look like the 80s and 90s “Pizza Hut Classics.” The New York Times had a feature on it, which linked to a comprehensive list of locations from The Retrologist newsletter. Who wants to go to Lander, Wyoming and order a pan pizza with me?!

Moab Weekend!

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We were in the desert for a couple days at the beginning of the week (which you would never know, thanks to the magic of scheduled posts). It was SEVENTY DEGREES and everything I wanted it to be.

We did the Grandstaff Canyon hike the first day, one of my favorites.
Red cliffs at sunset against a blue sky

Water reflections on red rock

Desert willow buds against red rock

And then the next day before we left we tried a new trail to the Mill Creek Waterfall. The trailhead was really close to town, everything was well marked, and it even had bonus petroglyphs!
Green grass and sagebrush in front of red cliffs

Petroglyphs on rock chunks that have fallen from a cliff

A waterfall and swimming hole in the red cliffs

I think it the summer that waterfall would be party central, but it was still too cold for people to swim in. (Yes, I waded in.)