let them eat SUGAR!
|we just got back from pittsburgh to show the lovely owner of sugar boutique fall samples. something in the huge bags of knitted and crocheted things caused her allergies to kick up..quickly...and she was itchy and sniffly in no time. i felt like a jerk. AND she is preggers, so she can't go home and take a benadryl even. suck. i felt bad. and she said she is allergic to mohair, so i couldn't figure out what would have had mohair in it, although there was some noro stuff in there, and then two yarns knitted from some fiber i got at MSW which has mohair and llama and all sorts of nasties. god, i feel bad. i think that making a pregnant lady itchy and sneezy is one of the deadly sins. i may burn in hell. good thing i am jewish. no hell. ha! still. i feel bad. she liked lots of stuff, but the outcome is do what a want and she loves handspun and not really any other kind of yarn. so. not too shabby.|
after sugar jake and i went to the church brew works for a delish dinner. i was never so excited by the restaurant, who my great friend john from pdx first took me to, but jake digs it. so. we went. plus it is right down the road from sugar.
i spent the day prepping stuff for sugar, cleaning the house in preparation for my mom's arrival to-morrow and...that is it i think. i didn't get a chance to take photos like i promised, but i will to-morrow. hell or high water. i swear it. hand to g-d. swear. and i have to pack orders and send em. and my mom is coming, so i hope she doesn't mind me doing work, although she may want to go shop, anyway. so no biggie.
i meant to mention this a while ago..ok, so i blogged about an episode of dr. phil that i had the misfortune to see:
"happened to see dr.phil which has info about all the girls that were probably abducted from cruise ships or on vacation and put into the sex trade. awful. even if they ever get back...how damaged do you think they would be? it is unthinkable, not only to be a woman in that situation, going from being a middle class pretty white girl in college on a cruise with your family, or on spring break, to being forced into prostitution. and i imagine that it isn't like being a prostitute in america, as glamorous as that is...third world prostitution....woah. " this was in november. so, a couple of days ago, i get this comment:
".Wow, are you ever ignorant, do you really think that prostitution is lower than working in a sweatshop? maybe you should check out these sites http://www.empowerfoundation.org/
Maybe if you heard it from sex workers in 3rd world countries themselves you would have more knowledge."
so, of course, i had to see what the person's blog was and it is a pro-prostitution blog. not that i have anything against it, i guess. if it is what someone really wants and it makes them happy and they aren't being mistreated and made to feel like shite. although i guess working at a horrible job might make you feel like shite as well. anyway, she left this mean comment like i was ripping on prostitutes as opposed to saying how insane it would be to get abducted and forced into slavery. whatever wendy. whatever. how odd. how very odd.
and one of the three canvases from some collaged paintings i did in april...