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artemis42This will definitely amuse a few of you who know me well. It will surprise few people reading this to learn that in 1986, I was obsessed with She-Ra. I received the dress-up play set for my birthday that year, and I ran all over the house and yard, pretending to be the Princess of Power. My mother, worried that I was obsessing too much and not liking me running around with a fake weapon, took away the bright pink sword and threw it out. I was then damned to an eternity of playlife as Adora, since she can't change into She-Ra without the sword of protection. Obviously, the obsession didn't peter out as my mom would have hoped, but has carried through into my currently nerdy existence, as I track down these missing bits on eBay slowly over the past 10 years.
Today, I was curled up in a ball of crampiness, but something arrived in the afternoon mail that's had me grinning all evening. I have my sword back! Just when I'd been feeling so helpless, an object of transformative power for me shows up. Of course, we spent the evening watching more episodes of the show.
Having my sword back again is one of the silliest and most wonderful things I can think of at the moment. Silly because it's a random leftover issue from when I was 6, and good gods, it's bright pink! That's what also makes it wonderful, since I didn't care back then. I was too busy climbing trees and living in other worlds in my head.
I'm still up spinning, having slept through the majority of the day. Plied some hand-dyed alpaca to hand-dyed mohair tonight (or is it this morning), and I really like the combination, and the subtle variegation of colors. I'll post another progress photo soonish. I'm cycling back around the clock, and then we'll see if by the beginning of spring break next week I'm on a daytime schedule for a bit. Henri's working through this weekend on his project paper, and then next week we're planning to visit friends up in Humboldt and sample tasty tasty goat cheeses, and perhaps we'll park the car and pitch a tent in the forest on the way back, who knows.
Later.
-Me.
Today, I was curled up in a ball of crampiness, but something arrived in the afternoon mail that's had me grinning all evening. I have my sword back! Just when I'd been feeling so helpless, an object of transformative power for me shows up. Of course, we spent the evening watching more episodes of the show.
Having my sword back again is one of the silliest and most wonderful things I can think of at the moment. Silly because it's a random leftover issue from when I was 6, and good gods, it's bright pink! That's what also makes it wonderful, since I didn't care back then. I was too busy climbing trees and living in other worlds in my head.
I'm still up spinning, having slept through the majority of the day. Plied some hand-dyed alpaca to hand-dyed mohair tonight (or is it this morning), and I really like the combination, and the subtle variegation of colors. I'll post another progress photo soonish. I'm cycling back around the clock, and then we'll see if by the beginning of spring break next week I'm on a daytime schedule for a bit. Henri's working through this weekend on his project paper, and then next week we're planning to visit friends up in Humboldt and sample tasty tasty goat cheeses, and perhaps we'll park the car and pitch a tent in the forest on the way back, who knows.
Later.
-Me.
