A Little Respect

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“I don’t know why they are doing it that way. That is just so messed up. That’s just gay.”

That statement may seem innocuous to some people, but it bothers me, especially when I have to hear it repeatedly. The statement says the “gay” is synonymous with screwed up, wrong, and bad. Remember when gay was another word for happy?

Now, think about what people who would make that opening statement think about gays. I think about it. And I don’t think they hold much, if any, respect for them. And since I am gay, I don’t think they hold much respect for me. And they don’t know me.

It’s All True

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Alice tagged me for this meme, so I thought I would play along. 

Questions and Answers
What were you doing five years ago?
June of 2003:

  1. Work for Northrop-Grumman, which was great at the time, as it was only a 12 minute commute to work on back roads and I was actually developing software. Over time, both the commute and the work would change, and not for the better.
  2. Clearing up my credit report after learning my ex-boyfriend from a few years earlier had taken out loans and opened accounts in my name. It was a big pain to clean up, though the fact that he still couldn’t spell my last name correctly after us being together for two years and never forged my signature the same way twice (even on the same form) did help matters. If you are looking for reasons why I might have trust issues, I present to you Exhibit A. Unfortunately, it is not the only exhibit.
  3. Working towards getting my initial certification to be a group fitness instructor through AAAI/ISMA. I got it that year, and the next year got my certification through ACE and worked at the Bel Air Athletic Club as an instructor for step classes and cycling classes. I do miss teaching and my fellow instructors at the club.
  4. Doing various tasks as vice-president of MAFA. I was VP for a two year term.
  5. Sing in shows that my friend Joe would put on at the Hippo. Most of my “repertoire” was country songs, mainly due to the fact that I am a baritone, and country is one of the few genres of music that still has baritones singing lead.

What are five things on your to-do list for today (not in any particular order)?

  1. Write a post
  2. Go to work
  3. Make a Midnight Mocha Pie in a Cafe au Lait Crust for a pot luck
  4. Work on my mother’s socks
  5. Kiss Mr. Penney

What are five snacks you enjoy?

  1. Cocktail peanuts
  2. Fresh baked cookies
  3. Cheesecake
  4. Potato chips
  5. Shortbread

What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?

  1. Stop working as a software engineer
  2. Travel the world with Mr. Penney
  3. Volunteer at UM Hospital for Children
  4. Work out more
  5. Spin, knit, weave, sew, and other fiber adventures

What are five of your bad habits?

  1. Procrastinate
  2. Procrastinate
  3. Procrastinate
  4. Procrastinate
  5. Procrastinate

What are five places where you have lived?

  1. Perry Hall, MD
  2. Fallston, MD
  3. Philadelphia, PA
  4. Forest Hill, MD
  5. Ellicott City, MD

What are five jobs you’ve had?

  1. Software engineer
  2. Group fitness instructor
  3. Produce clerk
  4. Tutor
  5. Teacher at a community college

Which five people do you want to tag?

If you want to play along, be my guest.

If You Ask Me To

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I’ll admit it. I can be very willful and independent. Tell me I can’t do something, and I will show you that I can. Tell me I have to do something, I will show you that I do not have to do it. This is especially true of my crafts.

A lot of times, people have turned me off of certain projects or techniques because of how they initially approached me with the project or technique. They say it with the best of intentions, but are just a wee bit overzealous. Here is a general one that seems to happen too often.

“Oh, you have to make this (insert project here)! I did, and I just loved it.”

Well, I am glad you had such a great time doing it, but I am not you. I have plenty of projects already in my queue. And what you are insisting that I do? Not happening. Not any time soon, at least.

Here are some specific instances from people about technique.

“You knit really inefficiently.”

I was knitting a scarf for Mr. Penney’s birthday while at a conference, and this is what one of the other people at the conference said to me. As a knitter, I am a thrower, not a picker. It is not that I don’t know how to pick. It is just that I prefer to throw. This woman was chomping at the bit, though, to convert me to being a thrower.

Judging by the look on this woman’s face and the rate at which she backed away from me after saying this, I must have had the look on my face like I was going to kill her right where she stood. I did take a bit of offense at the remark, partly because I didn’t see her as any great guns on the knitting or weaving front herself. (She was dropping what she thought were all of these “little pearls of weaving wisdom” during the weaving workshop, while having all of these problems with her warp and weaving that none of the rest of us were having.)

“You are going to have to learn to warp back to front. You can’t weave things like chenille warping front to back.”

This was told to me by a weaving teacher in a class she was teaching. After that statement, and how it was said to me (kind of condescendingly,) I never took another class from her again. Why? Because I knew from experience that her statement was patently false. Right before taking that class, I had woven my first chenille scarf, warping my loom from front to back with no problems. It made me wonder how much of what she was saying in class was fact as opposed to her own prejudice.

I have since learned to warp back to front, but I still do most of my warping front to back because I find it easier to do with fewer tools. It turns out there are a lot of weavers that think like this instructor, as I have read a number of them poo-pooing front to back warping. I am more in the camp of “do whatever gets you to your goal.” No one can tell how the loom was warped after the item is woven, anyway.

The thing with all of these remarks that are meant to help is that I might have been persuaded to change if it was just said in a different manner or if it was just reworded. But people get very passionate about all of this, which I can understand, and forget that I might not be going in the same direction with a craft as they are.

All of this said, I sometimes wonder how I come off to people when I talk to them about my projects or theirs. I often ask why people did something they way they did. Sometimes the response sounds kind of defensive, so I wonder if there was some inflection that I failed to put in the question. It sounds like they are saying in their head, “You Assh*le.”

If you had said that in your head when I have asked you a question about what you were making, please accept my apology. I am asking because I am really curious about why people choose one way over another. After all, you might know something that I don’t know!

Something Just Ain’t Right

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Thanks for all of the b-day wishes. This past weekend was great. Busy, but great. Saturday, we had a party at our house to celebrate my 40th with friends and family. This involved lots of prep on the part of Mr. Penney and myself (but mostly Mr. Penney.)

Party

We judged the party itself to be a success by the fact that we could not hear the stereo over everyone talking.

Sunday was spent recuperating from the party, and giving the leftovers to the neighbors. (We had enough food to feed twice the people that came.) Monday, Mr. Penney had to go to work, so I had the day to myself, doing laundry and finishing these:

Finished Coriolis socks

Would you suspect that these were the same dyelot? They are. I didn’t really realize how different they were until I took this picture. I am not sure why I did not notice the difference in the depth of shade between the two skeins when I bought the yarn, but I didn’t. This is the second time that this has happened to me, though I have the excuse for the first time being that I bought the yarn off of eBay. I don’t have that excuse this time. I think, for future purchases of hand-dyed sock yarn, I will stick to those sold as single skeins for a pair of socks rather than these smaller put-ups.

As for the pattern, I do like the final sock, though there is a problem with that. The spiral that goes up the leg by virtue of doing a decrease and an increase every round? That spiral reduces the circumference of the sock’s leg. Those 64 stitches, which are fine in the foot, are not enough for the leg when trying to put the sock on. That increase and decrease creates an inelastic area that just happens to fall right above the heel when continuing the spiral up the leg. A couple more stitches in the leg would probably solve this, either by continuing the “gusset” shaping a few more round to allow for extra stitches in the leg, or just not doing a couple of the decreases at the beginning of the leg.

And I did start a new project!

The start of pants

I am going to try to sew a pair of pants for myself. I am using Burda 7841 with some cotton fabric that I got on sale from Michael’s Fabrics. If the whole thing turns out to be a disaster, I won’t cry too much, as this is mostly to see if I can make the whole thing work.

I have all of the pieces of the pattern cut out and have read through the directions. And I have read through the directions, again. And again. And again. I must say, these Burda directions are about as clear as mud. There are just some things that do not make sense after examining RTW pants. For this reason, I believe I will be following directions in the book Classic Tailoring Techniques: A Construction Guide for Men’s Wear rather than the Burda instructions. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Day by Day

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Well, first Opal had me as an honorable mention, and then Bonnie and Alice actually gave me the award outright, so I guess I should pass it along.

The You Make My Day Award (I am having problems with pics at the moment because of hosting provider issues. Hopefully, that will be fixed in a day or two.)

Of course, I can’t leave well enough alone, so my list is of sites that do not appear in my blogroll (because I am lazy.) Also, I only know of these people through their blogs. Confusing? Welcome to my brain!

I will leave it to you to visit them and see why I always check them out.

So, in no particular order:

There are plenty more that I subscribe to, but that should hold you for a while. Who knows, I may actually get off my butt and update my blogroll! Wouldn’t that be special?

Well, I hope everyone has a happy VD.

Oh yes. And today? It’s the big 4-0 for me. Mr. Penney says I shouldn’t start falling apart until next year, though.

A Boy Named Sue

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Back in second grade CCD class, we had a “mock” mass as practice for our First Holy Communion. The sermon was about Jesus being our shepherd and that we were all sheep. (At the time, the image of sheep made us all think of adorable cotton balls with heads; while years later, a different priest would equate sheep with dumb, stinky, dirty animals. Oh well.)

To emphasize the sermon, and to keep our interest, each of our names were called to put a small sheep up on a bulletin board to show us all being shepherded by Jesus. Each and every little boy and girl’s name was called. Except mine.

I was heartbroken! I looked back at my CCD teacher with tears in my eyes! How could Jesus forget me?

Well, Jesus didn’t forget me. It turns out that the lady that cut out and named all of the sheep looked at the role book, saw the name “Pat Donohue,” and thought “Pat” was short for “Patricia” and not “Patrick.” The lone sheep that was left on the table to be attached to the board was named “Patricia.”

Now why does this story come to mind? Was I scarred forever by this event? I don’t think so (though it might make you wonder being that I remember it so clearly.) No, this all came to mind because I have had a lot of communication with fiber people lately, and it occurred to me that everyone involved in fibers and textiles calls me “Patrick,” while most everyone else calls me “Pat.” (For those of you that thought my name was Tex, sorry to disappoint.)

When asked what do I want to go by: Pat or Patrick? I usually respond, “Whichever. I have been called worse.” Strangely, if I am not in a fiber related group, like at work, I am called Pat. Everyone that knows me through fiber? Patrick. And I think I may have brought this on myself.

I want people to know that, when they see my work, it was done by a man. People just assume when they see hand knitting, hand spun, or hand woven, that it was done by a woman. The novelty of my doing this stuff is not as big as it was years ago, when I was in high school or college, but I am still considered a bit of a novelty. Back in those days, when I would first walk into a yarn shop, I was treated like a lost little boy looking for his mother. (My babyface and inability to grow facial hair didn’t help matters any.) This could actually work to my advantage, sometimes, as I could take a female friend as a decoy, and the shop owners would chat up my friend while I was foraging around in the clearance yarns looking for the bargain of the century.

But I have also come to realize that this plays into the things that I make and the colors that I choose, no matter whom I am making the item for. I rarely every do lace. I almost never pick pink, nor a pastel. Big fluffy, fuzzy yarns? Not for my work. Nope.

Jitterbug Slate sock 1 Cross stitch sock 1

It’s all a strange realization for me, as it didn’t occur to me exactly how much of me is really reflected in my craft.

I will get up off the couch now. How much do I owe you for this session?