The F-Word

Sometimes, people ask me why I am a feminist. It's usually not as straightforward a question as that, but they're asking it. They'll ask me things like, "Isn't that over?" and "Doesn't the world have bigger problems?" They aren't questions I hear often, because most people who don't understand my choice don't bother to ask about it at all, they just roll their eyes or cock their heads and change the subject.

Not that everyone is like that. Don't read me wrong. I know lots of people who identify with feminism, totally get it, and think it's great. I know even more people who get behind feminism's ideals, but don't want to be called "the f-word." Feminism has gotten a bad rap, and I think that's what confuses the people who ask me about it.

But it's not confusing. I proudly identify as a feminist because it gives me a way to approach bettering the world that I can wrap my mind around. Simple as that. We live in a pretty amazing world, but it has its fair share of problems that need to be tackled, and no one can handle tackling all of them.

Feminism deals with problems I understand and can think of ways to change. I don't know what can be done about the damage we've dealt our ozone, nor do I know what it would take to help cure diseases, nor what steps we need to take to bring infrastructure to undeveloped countries that need clean water. To help with these issues, I donate my money to charities full of people who do know what needs to be done.

But I know what it takes to start changing the way we view gender. I know how to talk to others and show them where sexism still lives in our culture. Feminism also serves as the foundation for how I view equality. It's a movement that teaches us to view people as complex beings and see through things like sex, gender, race, social status, and all those other things we tend to use to bring each other down.

Feminism challenges me to keep a vigilant eye on myself to make sure I see past my own assumptions about people and overcome my own shortcomings to be a better, more accepting person. I can only hope that everyone finds a movement they identify with that helps them do the same.

Unicorn Hair

     Today I went to the yarn store and, as usual, wanted to buy everything. I don't know what comes over me in there. Something about being surrounded by so much of what I love makes me a little high. It always starts with store's picks all lined up in the front of the store, which lead me straight into the worsted weight section, then to the fingering weight yarns. By time I've made it to the "fun" fibers, I've gotten so loopy off of everything else that I even considered buying eyelash yarn.

     For those of you who don't knit, eyelash yarn is that fuzzy stuff that usually comes in weird colors. You've seen it, and you've probably wanted a scarf made out of it. It feels great, and back when I was a young, naive knitter I made the mistake of trying to make myself a scarf out of it. It's the worst fiber available to man. It tangles in on itself, you can't see your stitches well enough to work with ease, and cats tear what little work you have managed to get through apart in even less time than a normal project.

     But today, while under the influence of way too much fiber in too little time, I seriously contemplated buying a small skein of pink, blue, and purple eyelash yarn. I looked at Logan, who's my voice of reason when I go to the yarn store, and told him I wanted it because it reminded me of unicorn hair. 

     Yes. Unicorn hair. I obviously wasn't thinking straight.

     Logan looked back at me and didn't say a word. Instead, he just tilted his head a little and raised an eyebrow, his silent way of telling me that I'm being a little insane. Logan doesn't break this look out often, so it snapped me out of my blissed-out state. He never gives me that look in the yarn store, because even though he may think spending money on yarn instead of games is crazy, he knows I love it, and he respects that choice.
     But today I got the look, and I was so grateful that he threw it at me. It saved me from the abomination I held in my hand, and got me to buy a lovely sock yarn from Cascade Yarns instead. I plan on making these socks for Logan after I finish up the wedding shawl: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/whippersnapper
     It'll be a while before that happens, but I like to have my next project in mind while I finish whatever I'm working on for some reason. That, and I just needed to buy some yarn because I'm down to just three balls in my stash, and that's just wrong. The green he picked will be lovely to just look at for a while before I get started on the socks themselves.

     

Eevee

Eevee is complete, after nine hours of loving work.

I'm particularly proud of her eyes. I think I've gotten the knack for making them out of felt rather than just defaulting to safety eyes.

I should have put something for scale here in the side view. Eevee is roughly the size of a cat. The only other piece I've made that was this big was Agumon.

The pattern for Eevee is not my own, and can be found for free here: http://wolfdreamer-oth.blogspot.com/2010/02/eevee-plush.html. Every pattern of hers that I've used has been a treat to work with, and the final product is always professional quality.

Eevee was made using Red Heart Super Saver yarn, but I can't share the color, because the skein was donated to me without the label. The lighter tan is "Buff."

Eevee is from Pokemon, both of which are copyright Nintendo.

An Apology and a Welcome

Hello newcomers! I'm expecting a few of you to come here on the recommendation of a mutual friend (whose name I won't mention for privacy on the Internet's sake) and wanted to put in a small disclaimer. This blog has not been kept up with properly, and quite a few projects are not up.

But, now I have a camera! Expect an influx of new pictures (as soon as I get back to the dorms where I accidentally left the camera), and now that I won't have to bum my fiancee's phone every time I want to post a picture and go through the mayhem all that creates, the blog will actually be kept up!

Thanks for visiting the site, and I hope you like what you see!

Cyndaquil

Back to school means more Pokemon requests! I recently finished Cyndaquil.

The pattern I used is not my own, and can be found at http://wolfdreamer-oth.blogspot.com/2010/05/cyndaquil-plushie.html. I made Cyndaquil using Red Heart Super Saver yarn so he's stiff enough to stand up on his own.

Cyndaquil and Pokemon are copyright Nintendo.

Swing Frame Cozy

I love yarnbombing, and after being shown pictures, so does my Mom. She requested a "yarnbomb" for her swing, so I made a swing frame cozy.

Eventually the legs will be covered as well, and I'm going to try to wrap the poles that hold the swing to the frame in yarn, but we'll see if I have time. I'd like to get all of this done before heading back to the dorms on the 18th!

I'm just using my unbelievably huge stash of Red Heart for this and an I hook.

"Flying Fans" Shawl

I spent the majority of the last two months participating in a German study abroad program, and while I was there, I couldn't resist picking up this yarn:

I then turned that yarn into this shawl:

It was a quick, easy project and I enjoyed watching the colors shift while I worked. The pattern I used can be found here: http://yarnythings.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/flyingfanspattern.pdf.

I used an entire skein of Lana Grossa Meilenweit Doppio (approx. 400.5 m) and a 5.5 mm (I) hook. It made a pretty big shawl measuring in at 24" (61 cm) long down the spine and 47" (119.4 cm) across pre-blocking.

As for the yarn itself, I'm not sure I would recommend it. I've never used plied yarn before, so I'm not sure if this is common or not, but the thickness varied dramatically throughout the spine. I like my yarn to vary in color, but with a consistent thickness. It's fairly soft though, and very warm.