Let's enjoy this moment of repulsiveness, shall we?

Today I read something so offensive, so repulsive that I cannot stop myself from posting about it. George W. Bush said in an interview this week that in honor of the over 4,000 American soldiers who have died in Iraq, he has given up golf. Sez Dubya: "I feel I owe it to the families to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal."

Here are some other things Bush could have done to honor the troops who have died in Iraq:

• Made a large donation to the USO or another charity that directly benefits veterans;
• Admitted that it was a mistake to go into Iraq;
• Stopped lying about current conditions in Iraq and how well we are supposedly doing;
• Appointed an independent counsel to probe the conduct of military contractors making lots of money off the Iraq war while soldiers went without body armor, armored vehicles and such;
• Implemented a new policy of providing prompt and truthful data to families of solders who have died in Iraq, rather than lying about how they died if it's deemed "embarrassing" to the Bush administration (see, e.g., Pat Tillman);
• Gone to every funeral of every soldier who died in Iraq. Too time-consuming? Okay, how about going to every other one? Every one in ten? More than one or two?
• Met with every family of every soldier who died in Iraq, looked them in the eye and explained exactly why he sent their loved one to die;
• Stopped censoring the flow of information, such as photographs of the coffins of Iraq war casualties as they arrive back in the United States;
• Fixed whatever the hell is wrong with the Veteran's Administration, Walter Reed and so on, thus ensuring that our soldiers get the compassion and care they deserve after putting their lives on the line for us. This includes discontinuing the shady practice of dismissing Iraq vets based on "personality disorder discharges," which result in the vets losing benefits.
• Done his best to ensure passage of the new GI Bill.
• Ended this misbegotten war, ensuring that no more soldiers die or are injured in vain.

Me, I wish Dubya would go back to playing golf. It'd keep him out of the Oval Office and too busy to continue his wholesale destruction of the country and constitution that I love.

Wander on over to Joe's

to read a quickie author interview that he did, wonderful pal that he is, with yours truly. The blog tour will burst into high gear in June; more details soon.

I am currently recovering from the Mother's Day festivities of a trip to see the play Go Dog, Go, which was at the Arden Theatre, followed by a visit to a Japanese restaurant. At the restaurant, I received an unexpected Mother's Day present: Elvis tried no less than 6 new foods (including green tea, fried dumplings, and teriyaki chicken) -- and wonder of wonders, there was no projectile vomiting.

Mixed bag

Today is one of those posts where I try to mention all sorts of unrelated things, a kind of mental housekeeping. But I tried to put in some pretty fiber-y pictures (and a kute kid shot), so you won't get bored.

Incoming

I just discovered that Franklin's book, It Itches: A Stash of Knitting Cartoons, is now available for pre-order on Amazon. Yay! My copy is pre-ordered, I assure you. Franklin's cartoons are wonderful and he is a superb writer. I feel very strongly that this book is going to be this fall's Next Big Thing. Someday, our house will have a plaque on it that says "Dolores slept here." (Although after her recent visit, there are quite a few houses on the Main Line that could display that plaque...)

Outgoing

Between yesterday and today, it's been wind, wind, wind. (Um, that would be wind with a long-i sound. Not windy at all here.) I just mailed the last shipment of my four-month BBF Sock Club and it's been amazingly fun. These are some of the skeins that were mailed:

I lucked out with an extremely great group, and I hope most or all of them will want to continue on with the Club. . .

Today there's a BBF update featuring some lighter yarns for spring. I've got merino/tencel sock yarn, some of which are here:

and three batches of 50% wool/50% silk, designed with the Clapotis in mind. (You can see Liz's gorgeous Clapotis here. Her photos rock, too.) This is the same yarn she used, in the same amount, but in different colorways.


There'll also be some Norwegian roving (a sturdier fleece, good for socks or outdoorwear). So stop by midday and see what Charcoal and I have cooked up for you.

Upcoming

Thank you for all of your kind words about Knit So Fine: Designs with Skinny Yarn! I was excited to see that we've cracked the Top Ten on Amazon's Knitting Books list. We are going to be doing a really cool blog tour in June. I'll post the schedule with links in a few days -- we're still ironing out a few details -- but my co-authors and I will be doing guest posts on other people's blogs to talk about the book. In particular, we're going to talk about specific skinny yarns we love -- the ones we chose to use in the book. So you'll get to hear about specific projects and read some mini-yarn reviews, as the bloggers hosting us will get sample skeins of the same yarns we used so they can swatch and give us their opinions.

We're also going to have a KSF Knitalong; the website is being set up even as we speak by our awesome publicist (I know, can you believe it? I have a publicist!) so I'll give you the link as soon as it's ready.

In the meantime, Joe is going to do a very special episode of Blossom his blog on Monday featuring an interview with yours truly. Rest assured, the questions will have a Steven Colbert-like flair to them...

Ongoing

April's book report: Let's see, Tudor-ama continued, as I read most of Mary Queen of Scotland & The Isles: A Novel by Margaret George. I got really interested in Mary, and although I knew what was going to happen to her at the end, I had to stop reading before I reached the end because I, um, got kind of attached to her. (Am I a complete whackjob or what?).

I opted out of the Tudor thing in order to read The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield, which had a Gothic but timeless quality reminiscent of books like Rebecca and Jane Eyre. I enjoyed that one a lot. I also read The Chameleon's Shadow by Minette Walters (my clever and talented friend Selma recommended Minette Walters to me) which was a mystery set in present-day London; it wasn't as good as the Setterfield one.

One Final Observation

If you've never heard an auditorium full of ten-year-old kids play "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" on kazoos (in harmony, no less), you just haven't lived.

Another memorial

Imagine that you were a woman in Virginia in the 1950s and you were lucky enough to find the guy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. And imagine he felt the same way, so you got married. And then a couple of weeks later, while you were home asleep, the local sheriff and some deputies pounded on your door and arrested both of you because you happened to be African-American and your husband happened to be white.

That's what happened to Mildred Loving in 1958. She and her then-fiance had gone to Washington, D.C. to get married, since Virginia law didn't permit it. But Virginia had what was called a Racial Integrity Act which prohibited marriages between members of different races and refused to recognize otherwise valid marriages between interracial couples even if they were performed in another state. The Lovings got suspended jail sentences and left Virginia; their plea agreements required them to leave the commonwealth of Virginia and not return for twenty-five years. Later on, the Lovings came to miss their home state and decided to return. Inspired by the hope of the civil rights movement, they decided to fight Virginia's statute. There were a number of legal issues (what you'd call "technicalities") and when their lawyers tried to explain some of the legal theories to the Lovings, Mr. Loving said, "[T]ell the court I love my wife, and it is just unfair that I can’t live with her in Virginia.”

The Lovings prevailed; in 1967, the Supreme Court struck down the so-called "miscegenation" laws that prohibited interracial marriages. What was at stake wasn't just recognition by the government; it was also issues like inheritance, legitimacy, and death benefits. Laws like the Virginia one made interracial marriages void, meaning it was as if they never took place, and thus prevented children from inheriting by considering them illegitimate, and so on.

Mrs. Loving died this week. She was one of those ordinary Americans who rises to a challenge and perhaps unexpectedly finds that she's changed our country. A year ago, Mrs. Loving issued a statement on the 40th anniversary of the Loving v. Virginia decision urging states to allow gays and lesbians to marry.

In a brutal touch of irony, I read in the paper today that the Pennsylvania Senate may vote this week on an amendment to the state constitution outlawing gay marriage and civil unions. It's hard for me to understand why Mr. Loving's poignant question doesn't apply to gays and lesbians as well: if you love your spouse, isn't unfair for the state to stop you from living together as a married couple?

Rest in peace, Mrs. Loving. I hope your legacy lives on.

More Maryland

Wow, there's still so much more to remember about yesterday's Md. Sheep & Wool trip.
First, look at this gorgeous photo of some of Anne Marie's SnB-ers:

Although this photo certainly does suggest that being gorgeous is a prerequisite to membership, I assure you that's not the case, or they'd never let me come! That's Aileen; Ann and Liz of Crossroads Knits ; and Sally of The Frog and the Daisy. I admired Liz's new skirt that she just finished in time for the show.

And I saw this wild skirt from across the midway:

along with Clapotises, lots of lovely lace, and a variety of great sweaters.

I got to meet Swatchy (hi, Knittah! we missed you!):



Swatchy is being held by excellent BBF customer Karen, who was the official Swatchy tour guide.
We briefly watched some of the sheepdog exhibitions:



Then we tried a find a bunny who was cuter than Charcoal; we failed, but these two guys gave it their best:





The prizewinners' exhibit had, in addition to the aforementioned Sweet-N-Low yarn, lots and lots of items that were felted and/or embellished with felted trim

There were several gorgeous pairs of mittens done with stranded work, like these:



and some lovely sweaters, too:



and lots of lace:


We saw the extremely cute Clyde, Courtney and Max's tyke (this baby has the most incredible knitted wardrobe - but what do you expect, with two parents who knit and one of whom runs a yarn shop).

Did I mention there were sheep?

( I tried to slip this guy Dolores' phone number but, alas, he'd been fixed.)

At the end of the afternoon, we stopped for a moment, while Jen tried to figure out what we were forgetting:

Ah yes, a trip to the Socks That Rock booth (after the line was gone).

and this sweet find:

My only regret is that I didn't spend more time with Mindy. (EDITED TO CLARIFY THAT MINDY IS NOT A SHEEP! Gah. Here is her blog. See? Sheep can't blog. Except Dolores, and she's the exception to every rule.)


Baa-bye!

Maryland Report: quick & dirty

Quick and dirty is a good way to describe my trip to Maryland since I drove down with my co-author Laura and kick-ass lace knitter and tat diva Jen, and they have quick wits AND dirty mouths. In other words, it was hilarious.

The day started out overcast and kind of cool, but by the afternoon, the sun came out and it got warm. In the morning I bought my first fleece (and my second, too) and handed them over for processing into roving. If all goes well, I shall have some Rambouillet and some Romney rovings for sale at BBF later in the summer.

The festival seemed less crowded in the morning and late afternoon, but really crowded midday. The Socks That Rock line again was lo-o-o-ng, stretching out for quite a ways out the door of the building and into the midway. Although the Koigu ladies, alas, did not come, there was a mini-frenzy as Koigu millends were available at another booth.

I ran into many, many wonderful people, like Knitty D and her mom (Knitty D, I want your mom's address so I can send her something, 'kay?)



and Knitty D and Alison:



and once I got Knitty D to move out of the viewfinder of my camera, I met some blogreaders, like Anne from NJ and Alerievay, and BJ the M&M lady who ROCKS.

The Ravelry get-together was huge:



but I got to meet Noel and see Joann again:



and I also got to meet Turtlegirl and her amazing vest, but forgot to take a photo of her. (She's rather beautiful, so it's a shame I didn't get a picture.)

I saw unique objets d'art like this spinning wheel chair

and what appeared to be felted fetus, which I confess that I found rather disturbing even though it was masterfully done,



and I saw way more of this sheep's personal parts than I cared to,



and some inexplicably-clad guy dressed like, um, a guy in a sampan hat,



and some handspun that incorporated shredded Sweet-N-Low bags:

And now I am exhausted, and must go to sleep, and dream about my excellent day. More tomorrow. . .

Maryland Sheep and Wool, here I come!

One of my co-authors, Laura, and I will be at Maryland Sheep and Wool on Saturday. I will be carrying a Knitters for Obama tote bag with red trim on it, and if my husband hasn't hidden it away with my "F*CK OFF I'M KNITTING" giant coffee mug, I will be wearing my "I Learned To Knit In Prison" T-shirt. (The genteel Tom feels that both of these items are too trashy for words. I am a trial to the dear man.)

I am thinking about stuffing a bunch of BBF yarn in my bag for anyone who wants to grab a skein on a cash-only, $20 a pop basis-- anybody up for that?

I will also be carrying with me coupons good for free shipping in May and June on the BBF website. So if you see me and ask "Where's Charcoal?" I will give you one.

In the unlikely event that anybody snags a copy of Knit So Fine before Saturday, I will happily sign it, and I bet Laura would, too. Lisa Myers will, I'm pretty sure, be on one of the Rosie's buses so if you're really lucky, you could get an author signature trifecta! A veritable hat trick of the book-writing knitterati!