second time around placemats

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Once I finish up napkins for my BRTS swap and the buttons I'm making for the fabric button swap, I can rest a wee bit and gather my strength for a few other swaps I'm doing this season. This time with the placemats I chose to do reversible ones without the contrast front or the ribbon/bias trimming. Am much happier with how they turned out.

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Hope to have a quick time with the napkins. Read the instructions for making them, and it sounded simple. But we'll see how I manage.

P.S. If you're seeing things, especially various drafts of this post, appear and disappear in your RSS feeder, my apologies. Typepad goes through spells when it won't load my photos. I change the file name and sometimes it works, but today? No go. To accomplish my post, I go about it a roundabout way: I write the post and include the photos with Windows Live Writer, then have to manually change the formatting of the photos once it's been published correctly in typepad. It's a pain in the ass, really. But what can you do?

hey nineteen or, the quickening

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Couldn't resist another Steely Dan reference on this blog. Sorry. Suddenly I'm 19 weeks along in my gestation. And Wednesday afternoon, after coming home an hour early from work because I felt poorly all day long, as I lay resting on our bed, I'm 90% sure I felt the baby move. Sort of felt like gas, but there was no expulsion. It felt sort of schroomy or flutey or some such. Whooshy, maybe.  Sweet Chaletgirl told me to be patient, that she didn't feel anything until week 20.

Came at a good time, actually, because between feeling poorly, wanting to sideswipe the asshole in the mustang who didn't understand the concept or practical aspects of the Yield sign directed at him, and experiencing chronic frustration with rescheduling my level 2 ultrasound, I needed comforting on some level. And just the day prior I confided to Ian that I thought something was wrong because I had not felt the baby move.  Who said that pregnancy was fun? I'm not having a fabulous time. But it's not the worst thing in the world, either. I'm just pregnant. That's all. Taking it one new symptom at a time.

Was reading an article about labor induction at mothering.com mostly because I fear it and want to take the necessary steps to avoid it at all costs, when I came across the word quickening. Seems I'd known it at one point, but had forgotten it's real meaning, and that it could some day apply to me.

I haven't read any of the pregnancy, labor & delivery books that I bought. I mostly use them as reference guides for when/if I have a question about something specific. Frankly, I feel like I've absorbed a lot of information about the process  over the years and don't need to steep myself in it. Plus, Ian finds it healthier for my mental state if I avoid most writings about my condition because then I grow obsessed and frantic, and that's not healthy for any of us. Otherwise, I probably would have been all up on quickening and encouraging myself with "Quick, quick, quick" every other step.

Complained to LLA yesterday about how my bump doesn't look like a Hollywood bump. I STILL have a waistline. Eventually things should come together in the middle. But I'm still not wearing any tight shirts that showcase what I'm carrying. Still just appear frumpy and lumpy, not cute and obviously pregnant. I took the photo above last week thinking that I'd submit something for Self Portrait Challenge, it being nude/naked month. But then that urge passed. JC told me there were two other preggy pictures, so at least there was someone there to represent, if it wasn't me. About the photo: I had to puff out my tummy to make it look like that. Seems like I could do that naturally in a non-pregnant state anyway; I'm just that talented. But holding it to take a photo was something else. Whew. Anyway, there are tons more interesting nude pregnancy photos online than mine.

When folks ask me how I feel, I usually tell them: Tired, suffering from heartburn, backache, a little sciatic pain down my left leg. I've always been pretty literal when answering those kinds of questions.

Sort of depressing last night to go through my clothing. Stupidly imagined I'd be able to squeeze into most of my normally generously-cut dresses and tops. But no. Am winnowing them out. Would love to completely empty my closet and drawers of all things that won't fit, but that seem like a large chore that I'm not up to. And the thought of buying more maternity clothing just bothers me. It's too expensive, and mostly ugly, or geared toward pregnant teenagers whose personal style flirts too much with hoochieness. Most of my thoughts turn to sewing a few dresses, skirts, and tops that might see me through the next four months.

Luckily found enough things that will fit to take to Florida in Two days, possibly One. Ian should get home from work this evening, but I have to work at least half a day tomorrow, and then we can leave, drive halfway, and then arrive at Daytona on Saturday afternoon rather than late that evening.

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Already thinking how much I'll miss my dogs. Feel out of sorts without them. But honestly, I'm looking forward to having a break.  Roxy is still such a mess. She's so wild and energetic and gets cranked up at the oddest times. I've called her down repeatedly the past few days to no avail. She's the strangest dog I've ever known. Half the time she'll stay close to me, but then she takes spells where she retreats to the den to snuggle on the couch alone while the other two are very near my side.

Ironically, she's so possessive, especially when she and I are on the den couch, or when I'm eating. I wonder whether I'll ever understand her. She's not cuddly like either of my spaniels. But when she wants attention or needs fresh water or to go outside, you can't push her away. She climbs up my chest, sticks her nose in my face, and commences to licking and being all sorts of annoying.

gang of five

Collpuzz

Actually finished a puzzle online this time, and learned that when you do, up pops a screen with your stats. Another thing: When you click to play it asks whether you prefer it easy or difficult. I always choose easy, cause I'm not that great, certainly not that quick at working them.

Compuzz

Yet the stats page covers my completed puzzle. My favorite clue in this one was: Cinnamon roll feature, or something similar. It's answer is in the right corner, second line from the bottom: Aroma. Here I thought it would be glaze, but no. Seriously, I love the food-related clues. Rarely find any quilting, sewing, knitting, or other needlecraft-related clues in these puzzles.

those people

You know those people you unintentionally get behind in line and they end up tying up the register for hours? That was us Sunday. I hate being those people. It really wasn't our fault. We ordered baby furniture at BRU. Some sheet containing SKN #s was missing. The fellow helping us couldn't find it. He called the Knoxville store. They would call him back. This is after we waited about 50 minutes. And we were at the furniture desk in the back of the store, so no problem as far as making other people wait with that.

We went home to collect our hard cash. BRU gives a 10% discount--which essentially covers the cost of taxes in the state of Tennessee--if you open a charge account with them. That 10% applies to everything you buy that day. Only, the amount of quick credit they extended to me was a pittance. It might have covered a third of our costs, and the sheet is clear about the 10% only being applicable to credit card purchases. I called Chase on our drive back to the store to see if they would up the credit limit, but basically it would take several working days to hear their decision, at which time, I could no longer get the 10% discount. I know, 10% isn't much. And most times I feel that discounts aren't worth the trouble you have to go through to get them. But we were invested. We were bound and determined to get what we could from BRU.

Ian asked if I preferred to wait in the car. I said no. He could tell that I was growing ticked off and could possibly snap at any moment and morph into the Incredible Sulk. Our order was ready to go when we reached the desk. They printed off our receipt and said we could pay up front. Ian sought out the manager while to talk to him about the store honoring the 10% off everything we bought that day, and manager okayed it, so hurray for him, and us.

Then Ian and I debated over which mattress to buy. I wanted the $114 one, one of the cheapest in the store, mostly because it was cheap and I think that spending ridiculous amounts on baby mattresses is foolish. Regardless that I read a few weeks ago about how harmful most baby mattresses were to babies because of the off-gassing of PCV and other noxious fumes from the inner foam and outer covering and flame retardants it is treated with. That article compared "green" baby mattresses ranging in price from $400-$1200; totally not within our range. Article also said that you could buy the harmful baby mattress and cover it with a wool mattress pad which would prevent the harmful fumes from bothering baby. Ian's concern also was about getting something hypo-allergenic since I have such problems with allergies and asthma. He thinks our kid is doomed from the get go with my genes. But, I'm betting that this baby will have great early immunity that I never did because it will be breastfed and I was not.

I was fine with buying the harmful mattress and ready to whip up my own wool mattress pad if I couldn't find one for purchase. But Ian convinced me to get the $179.99 Serta Perfect Balance Organic Crib and Toddler mattress:

provides anti-bacterial and anti-microbial protection and is made with organic cotton layers. Vinyl cover is made without Phthalates. Continuous Innerspring coil provides maximum strength and flex-edge clips for the ultimate in mattress side edge support. Top inside layer is Serta Fireblocker, providing gentle sleeping and safety using exclusive material.

I was adamant about saving that $60. But in the end, what is $60? Ian suggested it was 3 meals, and with that in perspective, we bough the most expense mattress they had, though not the vibrating one, which rather freaked me out a bit; made me think of seedy motels with their coin-operated vibrating beds. And why'd I want to start baby out on something like a vibrating bed when the possibilities of continuing that practice as baby transitions to full sized bed is nil. After all, are vibrating beds available to civilians?

Finally we arrived at the register. And since we had a special order, the clerk had some problems keying in our bill. She locked up the first computer/register at customer service. Then the manager came by and had her go through the same process again, whereby she locked up the second register. In the end, we were at the store a full 2 hours, not counting the 20-30 minute break we had driving back home and back to store.

I had to sit because I grew dizzy. The manager called numerous people i hopes of troubleshooting the computer/register problem and apologized for the inconvenience. The clerk found a coupon for 15% that she gave Ian. And the manager gave us another $40 off the mattress, so in the end, it ended up being about as expensive as the $114 one I originally wanted.

The upshot is that everything is ordered. The problem now is that we still owe some $300 and weren't given our %10 discount. I'm supposed to follow up with some other manager who can make everything right. While we had a wretched experience, at least I can say that the people who work at BRU were kind and professional and very apologetic to us. So it wasn't as nasty an experience as I could have been.

Still, we became those people, who tied up the register. Those people that everyone regrets having picked to stand behind. Hope not to be those people again too soon.

plackety-plack

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In thrilling knitting news, I'm zipping along on Mick's Placket Neck Sweater that I began in January and decided to finish up/off before heading on vacation Saturday (counting down the days, now!). Intended to work on it while vacationing, but I've touched it too many times and knitted randomly on it enough that hey, it's 60-80% done. Plus, working on this pattern is such a no-brainer, I couldn't resist. With the EZ February cardi, I have to pay too close attention to my yos and ktogs and ssks. Perhaps that would be more suitable for poolside knitting.

Finished up the first sleeve last night and have a bit more to go on the second. But I can see having this one done by the end of this week, possibly, if I feel too puny to do any actual work around the house each evening.  Simple pattern, love the moss, or is it seed--I can never tell the difference--stitch, and can totally see me making one or two more of these, at least.

Am having a difficult time deciding what to knit for our baby. Haven't started the first thing, though there are at least 6 or 8 baby patterns in my Ravelry queue. Dare I knit up 4 or 5 things while baby is in the N-5 months stage/size? Or should I work on 10-12 months patterns now for baby next fall/winter? Decisions, decisions! I understand that they grow quickly and I don't want to waste time/energy/yarn on thing that baby will wear briefly.

placemat snafu

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Thought I'd get a head start on making placemats and napkins for the BTRS swap I'm doing. Bought fabric last week and got to it on Saturday night. After cutting out my fabric I realized I didn't have enough to make the placemats. That's my first complaint about BTRS, the instructions don't tell you how much fabric you need to complete the project. I went ahead anyway, found a different fabric in my stash and thought I'd make these for a friend who is new to homemaking.

But once they were done, I was so disappointed in them, that I decided to keep them for myself and use them at home, where only the select few invited to dine with us might catch a glimpse of my failure as a sewer, as a crafty sort of woman. The second thing I didn't like per Karol's instructions, was basting the contrast piece to the front. When I did my basting stitch, the fabric pulled, almost ruffled, so I had to constantly straighten it out. So I did that on the first one or two and decided not to do it on the others. Sort of big mistake. Because somehow I didn't sew my ribbon as close to the edge of the contrast piece on the unbasted ones and that fabric pulled away, from underneath, the ribbon. Tacky. Ugly. Poorly done.

What else? Oh, I hated the way the ribbon looked. My mitered edges are passable. But somehow I thought there'd be more of a contrast between fabrics. I thought more of my stripes would show along the placemat's edge. Nope.

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Despite not being a huge yellow fan, I absolutely loved this yellow flowered fabric. I wish I had more. Wish I hadn't wasted it on these sucky placemats. The other thing to consider, is that the stripes from the front show through the lighter yellow fabric, which was not an issue with the original avocado green fabric I chose to accompany the blue, white, and grey stripes.

This afternoon, after work, I'm making another trip to search for fabric for these placemats. It's turning out to be a bit of a bust, really. First, my partner only likes lime green and blue. Not normally a problem, but she describes her kitchen/dining area as modern: concrete counter tops and stainless steel. Maybe it's my problem with interpreting what modern means. It means no floral, no pattern other than geometric. Sadly, that doesn't match anything in my fabric stash.

Karol mentions, in the box at the bottom of the project's instructions, that you may wish to forgo the contrast top. And I shall, on this next set, that I hope to whip up tonight. Something positive that I can say about my experience is that the project was quick. I finished four placemats in perhaps 2-3 hours? And Karol's technique is simple and effective, and so I imagine I'll use her process again when I'm not making placemats for this swap.

clearing out wips & spreading knitting virus

Getting through next week will be a miracle. We're leaving for Florida on the 28th. I'm envious of those bloggers who spend their time away from work at exotic locales like Scotland, Cape Breton, and all points West Coast. Just seems like there's no place all that exciting in the southeast.

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Florida. Again. Ho hum. But really, other than the price of gasoline, it'll be an affordable trip. And honestly, I enjoy any traveling we do; there's always something new to explore. We're staying at Daytona Beach Shores, just south of DB, with Ian's parents, who we invited along. It is their time share, after all, but we truly enjoy their company.

I look forward to getting away, taking in sand and surf, swimming a bit, knitting a bit, reading a lot, and playing cards with the ILs. Oh, and possibly sleeping late and taking random naps throughout the day. Probably won't do our usual exploration of lighthouses. Doubt I can make it up and down one safely with my expanding girth and swollen ankles and feet. Ian kidded me the other night about staying up so late. He asked if I was priming myself for staying up longer to accommodate those lengthy bouts of game playing with his parents. Mostly, I've been reading mysteries late into the night, way past my preggy-enforced bedtime of 10 o'clock. Not sleeping so well anyway.

Really gonna try to knit some this trip. Looked through my Ravelry queue to figure out what to take and what to finish up so I can then move on to the more baby-oriented items for my own dear little one-to-be. I'll finish this new cardi, for sure, Mick's Placket neck sweater, this carrying bag, and the Clementine shawlette. That may do me.

Scoped out wireless options in Daytona and it looks like Panera, Starbucks, and B&N. Eh. Will strive to be a good blogger and keep the content coming. There is a yarn store nearby in Ormond Beach, Threads of Time. Went there last time was in the area and bought a few skeins. But wasn't overwhelmed. Anymore, it seems like it takes a lot to whelm me when it comes to yarn store. Must be jaded. Sigh. Used to be I'd appreciate anything. But my trip to Hobby Lobby the other day left me wondering why people love those fuzzy novelty yarns. I'll always choose simple, standard yarns.

Last night I taught Rebekah to knit. She took to it like a horse does carrots. Real natural like. I left the needles and ball of yarn with her, told her she could make a coaster and I'd teach her to bind off next Thursday. And she evinced curiosity for how someone ever decided that using two sticks and some yarn in this manner would result in a piece of cloth. Completely a thought I've had on many occasions. I mentioned books about knitting history she could read and something about seamen and net repair, but that was all I knew. Looks like evidence of knitting may have occurred in the 11th century, but wouldn't it extend back to cavewomen time?  Jim encouraged Laura and I to meet with Traci and several of the young women who work at his farm on a regular basis to share our love of knitting, sewing, quilting, and craft. Besides my knitting bag I brought pizza, a drink, and pie. Didn't leave with any of it. Pretty gratifying.

I knitted a few rounds on the Placket neck sweater, but didn't want to do too much since I can't remember what size I'm making, whether I've lost a stitch marker, and exactly how much more to knit lengthwise before changing instructions. And, I got Laura started on knitting socks on two circular needles. When she bought the yarn and needles from our LYSO, LYSO looked sort of incredulous when Laura told her I was teaching her to make socks. Laura thought it was not so much that LYSO doubted my skill level and teaching abilities, but maybe thought Laura wasn't quite advanced for that. And Laura bought the Susan Bates circular needles. LYSO said that she'd be back for the pricier Addis for her next pair of socks. Those SB needles were trickier to use.

The yarn didn't glide from the tube to the needles smoothly. Had to shove several stitches along to where they needed to be. But I have a few pairs of Susan Bates myself. Before I knew how to knit I bought two or three sets of them. Don't use them much, but have in a pinch, and they're okay, just not as smooth and sexy as Addis. Actually, two of my current projects I'm knitting on bamboo circulars, so see, old knitters devoted to Addis can adapt and knit on bamboo after all!

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She wanted to make man socks from Closely Knit, which I gave her for her birthday. She asked for sock yarn at LYSO, but didn't have her book/pattern with her. And so LYSO gave her sock yarn, but to follow the man socks pattern, she really needed a worsted weight yarn. I started her on knitting a gauge swatch and she grumped about that. Don't we all, in the beginning? It's such a standard part of my knitting anymore that I don't begrudge its necessity. Determined her gauge and then after a few quick calculations, I told her to cast on 80 stitches and then we began. Fettig's Man socks are ribbed, and Laura didn't understand that part, so I told her to just knit in the round completely, that she didn't have to make them ribbed. Totally think that she finds the concept of knitting in the round especially groovy. It's my preferred style of knitting.

Next Thursday will be the "official" first time our group meets. Rebekah already wants to make a quilt completely by hand. So Traci and I are bringing our quilting books so that Rebekah can decide which pattern to make. Laura promised to pick up some orange and white yarn for Rebekah because they thought she should knit an aluminum can coozie for her boyfriend's upcoming 21st birthday. Brian, Traci's fiance, watched us, almost hungrily, I might say, and I offered to teach him to knit, but he declined and said that his mom taught him to crochet when he was younger.

anxious mothers, just be

This is sort of a review of Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety. It's long. You may wish to scroll down and read the last two paragraphs.

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Judith Warner responded to the vast differences between motherhood in France and in the United States in writing this book. French society and government provides innumerable amounts of support to families, including paid maternity leave, excellent day care, and consultants of every type for mother, or father, to turn to when at their last resort. Yet, they never reach a last resort because they are so completely buffered, quite in a pro-family bubble.

Warner returned stateside to Washington, DC and noticed several trends in motherhood. First, that mothers exhausted themselves by trying to be perfect and trying to raise the perfect child. And next, Warner noticed the divisiveness between mothers who work and mothers who stay at home, especially how working mothers are vilified by American media.

This was a different experience for Warner, a completely different culture of motherhood. Its pressures were immense. From breastfeeding for at least a year to enduring natural childbirth to attachment parenting, Warner found all these practices that we idealize in the US to be "cruelly insensitive to mothers' needs as adult women." Those few choices, if you will, prescribe a narrow path for American mothers to travel during their child's lifetime.

Our culture's emphasis on competition and performance get in the way of motherhood. Warner found that the pressure to succeed at breastfeeding or an intervention-free labor and delivery was oppressive and detrimental to the self-esteem of mothers. So basically she charts the reality of motherhood in America and found it lacking, found it on par with an indecent dogs' life.

To take this pulse of mothers in America Warner interviewed almost 150 heterosexual* women, but narrowed her scope to middle and upper class mothers because either she didn't have a ready pool of working-class mothers to interview, or perhaps she was inadequately prepared to communicate with working class mothers and emphasize with their particular plight. So yeah, I was disappointed about that, but gladdened that Warner at least admitted the scope of her study. Another point she made is that culturally, American's take their queues from the upper and middle classes; what they do trickles down to the rest of us and we decide to emulate their values and morals.

One thing Warner discovered is that the more that women strove for perfection in their roles, the more they suffered. She doesn't go into suffering so much, but basically she means suffering sleepless nights, permanent exhaustion, debilitating anxiety, and neutering their sexuality. But mothers who somehow step outside of this motherhood trap, who do not make their child/children the center of their lives evince greater peace of mind and sanity. In not pushing themselves or their children to be perfect, to be "winners," they were winning at a better quality of life.

Warner recommends parenting with reason and balance, which tend to fly out the window when faced with wanting the best for your child. She suggests following your intuition as a mother to fulfilling the needs of your child rather than relying upon experts for solutions to childrearing problems you face. Further, she advocates keeping as much fun in motherhood as possible. When mothers are convinced that "every decision we make, every detail we control, is incredibly important," over-invest themselves in their mothering roles.

An issue that resonated with me was when she described how mothers and families must provide it all for their children. Equipping our homes with playhouses, art studios, and myriad sources of fun and stimulation each day stretches budgets. But we feel as though we must do it all. It's that rugged American individualism that we've absorbed throughout our lives. We must do it all and be it all in and of ourselves.

Mothers must do it all more so today than ever given the government's unwillingness to help families. It's a combination of American self-reliance and our dissatisfaction with effecting change politically. Mothers are convinced government fails us. Americans are apathetic and don't believe it's possible to change policies or create new ones to aid families in need via the current political system. Thus, mothers, and families, circle the wagons and try to create a perfect, protective world and solve problems as they occur, within our unit. We must become "everything to our children that society refuses to be."

Warner places this problem of super motherhood, or the Motherhood Mystique, as she dubbed it, well within an historical context and likens today's over-invested, over-extended mothers to the same ones that Betty Friedan described in her classic The Feminine Mystique. Friedan's subjects were that post-war generation whose sphere was limited to home and hearth. They coped by medicating themselves with alcohol and Valium. Today's mothers cope with Prozac, or by medicating their children with Ritalin.

Further, Warner describes the way in which childrearing has evolved over time due to new research in the social sciences and early childhood development. Since environment has a greater affect on children than genetics, mothers must be devoted early educators and simulators of their offspring.

Warner breaks it down to this: "Children were not just born bright and successful, they taught; they could be made that way." Naturally, this created a lot more pressure and work on mothers to set their children up for brightness. Because no mother wants their child to be a loser, they "create the conditions that would allow their [child's] inner potential to be maximized." Charged with this responsibility, is it any wonder that mothers allow their children's lives to overtake their own?

But why has this generation of mothers, loosely defined by Warner earlier as Generation X, succumbed in such great numbers to the cult of perfect motherhood? Janet Jackson said it best:

Control, now I've got a lot

Control, now I'm all grown up

I'm in control, I'm in control


Warner cites the 1980s, when many Gen X mothers came of age, as a stew pot of trends about obsession and control: health food, dieting, and exercise. She says that feminism was affected by that decade too, that instead of being about a "redefinition of womanhood or reorganization of family life and society," that it became about issues of performance and control. 80s feminists were about controlling their bodies. Somehow, instead of being empowered by feminism, Gen X turned inward and used the tools of self-control, personal achievement, and self-perfection against ourselves. "Rather than becoming rebels or pioneers like our baby boomer predecessors, we became a generation of control freaks."

The process of motherhood teaches us that we have no control over our bodies, during labor and delivery, and our careers, after we're placed on the mommy track. And thus American mothers endeavor to control every aspect of their children's lives by being and doing for them to the extreme. This over-extension results in depression and anxiety, which then places an undue burden upon our children. "By making them the be-all-and-end-all of our lives, by breaking down the boundaries between ourselves and them so thoroughly, by giving them so much power within the family when they're very small, we risk overwhelming them psychologically and ill-preparing them, socially, for the world of other children and, eventually other adults."

And that was just Part One. Part Two is called The Motherhood Religion. Warner describes the sacrificial mother's evolution from the 1920s until today. Actually, Dr. Spock got it right in the 1960s, according to Warner, when he believed that parents should hold on to boundaries and establish rules of acceptable behavior and not be accepting of every ugly behavior your child produces.

Warner cites one of the biggest reasons why today's generation of mother's cling to the cult of perfect motherhood as the example their own mother's set. In the 1970s and 1980s most middle class women worked, or aspired to work outside the home. Those children missed the involvement of their mothers in bringing cupcakes to the classroom and going on field trips to the zoo with their classes. They want to do better for their children, because somehow, they felt shirked. They want to create an idealized childhood they never experienced for their children. Surely it's a generational division. Yet in the 1970s, "the majority opinion was that the key to maternal self-fulfillment was work outside the home." Warner credits today's trends in mothering as a form of "remothering" ourselves. "It's about compensating for the various forms of lack or want or need or loneliness that we remember from childhood."

Conversely, Warner deals with working mothers, who are described as selfish and their children as forsaken. That was the 1980s and 1990s. Warner talks about the economy changing and women being unable to break the glass ceiling, and eventually opting out of the rat race to be at home with their children all day, every day.

Part Three is Ourselves as Mothers in which Warner delves into the extent to which today's mothers micromanage their family's lives. It all stems from a generational meltdown in which many Gen X mothers struggled with anorexia nervosa as a means to control their lives. Control, Warner writes, became a way of dealing with life. She says it morphed into "a whole slew of maladies—various syndromes involving aches and pains and vapors and intolerances, which had in common the net effect of allowing those suffering from them to exercise a rather remarkable degree of control over their environment and those around them." Syndromes include: Chemical sensitivity, food allergies, and fibromyalgia.

Nearly at the end Warner focuses on wonderful husbands and what an oxymoron that turns out to be since in the next breath husbands are denigrated by their spouse. Then she mentions how policy change would be a boon to families, as far as making government policies and programs more supportive of their needs. Certainly she advocates a return to community and caring for one another and families helping each other out.

Whew. That was long. Dragged out longer than what I expected. I expected Perfect Madness to focus on what mothers were doing right and wrong, and didn't so much expect much analysis regarding how current trends evolved due to social, political, and economical forces. This book is great for introducing readers to the topic of motherhood and how it was, and is, idealized through the ages.

My impending motherhood has stirred my interest in reading about mothers, mothering, and childrearing in the USA. I'm seeking a "state of the art" briefing, so to speak. But it's not brief. My first immersion in reading about the politics of motherhood a few months ago with Opting In: Having a Child Without Losing Yourself  (an excellent book in it's own right and something I want to review here as well, only I wasn't too scrupulous about making notes in its pages though it inspired me to do so) reminded me of what I liked and disliked with all the social change/feminism/socialism books I devoured as a Women's Studies minor. Writers incense their readers by exposing societal inequalities within their books, but then have little to offer in their conclusions for what one person can do make a difference. Here and there in Perfect Madness, Warner advocates policy change, but doesn't reveal any five step plan. In the end, her advice capitulates back to the model of self-reliance that she says creates societal ills: She suggests mothers take a breather, free themselves from the chained minds and spirits and just be.

*I swear I read in this book that studies show that lesbian mothers' (because there are more to be studied since lesbians) approach to division of household labor and parenting is more equitable than that of heterosexual couples possibly because they are both female and can compromise easier than men. But, perhaps it was in Parenting, Inc. that I read this, because I cannot find anything about partners, lesbians, homosexuals, etc. in its index. I didn't make this up. At some point it really struck me that besides leaving out working class mothers, this book completely acts as though lesbian mothers don't exist and that makes me wonder if lesbian mothers feel the same pressure to be perfect mothers.

And why, if Warner is so careful to focus on upper and middle class trends and exclude working class mothers, did she not also mention in that same "exclusions" paragraph that she didn't speak to lesbian mothers? Additionally, I simply cannot recall her specifying whether she spoke to mothers who are any color other than white. DC is not homogeneous. While I agreed with Warner's thesis that this trend affects upper and middle class women, now I wonder about "other" trends in mothering that she didn't uncover because she focused so narrowly on one demographic, and here, she's convinced me that this is a nationwide trend. Doubts. I have my doubts.

warm fiber fuzzies

Last night I cast on for the February sweater from Elizabeth Zimmerman's Knitter's Almanac. Tried and tried to use the yarn I wanted, a variegated Wool in the Woods I had left over from a tank I knitted two years ago that I'll likely rip out, eventually. But no go.Tried needles from US3-US9 and couldn't get the 5 sts/inch that Liz suggested for the pattern. Am I being too familiar, calling her Liz?

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Pulled out the Cotton Lux (Idena) I bought from LYS a week or so ago and tried it. Perfect, on US 5. It's not as overtly feminine as the first yarn I tried, but I'm happy with it. So happy that I called LYSO and asked if she had other colors. Only blue and pink. Yick. So, I may look for the Cotton Lux online, see what's available out there.

Went to my first meeting of the Overmountain Weaver's Guild this morning at Exchange Place in Kingsport, a neighboring city and hometown of the long-silent Bad Fortune Cookie. Arrived a few minutes late and had to sit in the front row. Yikes. But passing by all the other members, I saw something that delighted my eyes: Men and women knitting! That's right, I wasn't the only person who brought knitting and rubbed by needles together during the business meeting. The majority of members at the meeting were women, but there were 3 or 4 men, and 2 of them knitted. One knitted right next to me. Sigh, what a delight. Gave me the warm fuzzies.

Anyway, the guild members were lovely and welcoming and friendly. The officiating officer, since the president wasn't there, introduced me to those assembled as a new member. So I spieled into my story about all that fleece. The drum carder should be repaired by the August Boot Camp and I hope to have all my fleece washed and picked and ready for carding by that time. Boot Camp seems to be a monthly social/fibery gathering in which members socialize and weave, spin, knit, or engage in allied gentle arts.

There was show-and-tell (do children still do that in school?) after the more businessy essentials were covered. Lots of lovely rugs and belts skeins displayed by their proud creators/buyers. At one point I spied someone I knew. Laura, not the one I usually mention, but this Laura is a weaver who earned her BFA a year or two before I graduated. We were in the weaving department at the same time and were acquaintances then.  Several other people came to introduce themselves and welcome me. By and far people who love fiber are fine folk.

The presentation was too much for me. I should have left. We gathered in a darkened room and watched a DVD on color theory as applied to weaving. Most of the exercises and examples the woman demonstrated were ones I learned in my weaving classes 15 years ago. And I couldn't get comfortable in my padded folding chair, either. Can't really cross my legs anymore. Wonder why?

While in Kingsport I stopped at Hobby Lobby and bought fabric and button parts for two swaps I'm doing. Then couldn't resist a few variegated skeins of that washcloth yarn. Also got a few skeins of cotton in a nice plum that I've earmarked for a second February cardi if I take to this first one.

Also thinking about what to knit and enter in the Appalachian Fair. Got my AF guidebook, complete with application, in the mail earlier this week and that turned my thoughts to knitting specifically for show. Am thinking that those Saarjte's booties may be a winner. Might tug at some judges heartstrings to see something so precious among all that other...um...stuff. Wouldn't submit any that I've made in the past, but would create a new pair just for this. Just so it wouldn't seem so much like cheating!

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Those are all words used in defining boon. And how quickly my boon came? Wow, within a week. A few posts ago I mentioned winning the Apartment Therapy/Ohdeedoh contest that day which was a set of utensils for feeding baby. Box awaited me on the front porch and when I didn't recognize the return address I wondered what it could be. Twas a boon of utenstils, it twas. The note said they were out of Catch Bowls currently, but would ship one to me separately once they're available again.

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