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wanderlustlover
Reply in the comments if you want me to write up five interview questions for you! or if you want to throw in FIVE NEW QUESTIONS.
1. Write your memoir in six words.
...
Lived full of odd little notions.
2. When did you fall in love with
stitching?
Oh Wow that's a complicated one, cause it kind of happened in two parts. I first got fascinated with knitting and cross-stitch from my mom, but when I tried my hand at that I rapidly lost interest beyond the pretty colors of floss and yarn. I was in kindergarten then. (I was an ADD kid, which..yeh nother story not related to this) I still loved feeling and looking at various fabrics and scraps by then too, since mom made a LOT of clothes for my hand-me-down barbies. (Who got replaced by sparkly barbies, who were forgotten/distrusted after I didn't get any friends from them.)
I didn't get interested in sewing and stitching up properly until summer school 4th grade when I took a sewing course cause all the students brought shiny items back on the bus. I LOVED it and I tended to collect up the scraps from other students projects. Still have some (pretty butterfly print). I got into regular handsewing of objects then, and machine sewing. Highschool was when I got into embroidery stitches off and on. I'd buy mass-prduced patches and sew them into the jeans tote bag, had made it the previous year, with brightly colored floss. It was cheap and colorful and I loved it, and at that time I also started putting my own patches onto the holes in my jeans. All I knew how to do then though were the running stitch, the blanket stitch, the whip stitch and the satin stitch.
The fancier stitches I do now, I didn't learn until after college, (which was coincidentally the place where I learned to love crochet. (Mom tried getting me to knit again and it failed horrible.)) and then it was FROM A BOOK. I missed out on learning from someof the great old women who loved embroidery in my life, just by coming into it too late. And I get a little woobie over the thought of so many years of experience going down the crapper.
I've got to find a nice Hmong seamstress to ask to learn THEIR embroidery techniques.
3. How do you view your own spirituality?
...It's a bit lost, and i'm just beginning to find my footing on it again.
I grew up, was born into, and got about 4/5's of the way towards being a Catholic School girl. I was baptised, had first communion, served as an altar girl, and almost went through with confirmation before I had myself a little quiet crisis. Dad used to get us all up at 7 to get dressed and ready for Sunday mass. Mom's a lutheran by the way, so mass was hit or miss for her, and I honestly liked the singing parts of mass most of all back then.
This changed the summer of eighth grade, when dad was dying of cancer. Since he was in the hospital in Madison, we didn't go as often, and the boy had a morning paper route that meant running like mad devils through town to get all the papers (which came at 5 am) into their proper places by 7:30 am. After dad died, I tried going more often, at least every sunday, and tried to keep up with the church youth group activities for confirmation. What changed it wasn't a crisis about god. It was about the community I was going to become an adult part of. I was a lonely kid, for a good many of the classic geek cliche reasons, so I didn't have many friends, just acquaintences in my home town.
As the day of comfirmation came closer, all the adults just started clucking theirs tongues and asking if I was alright, or if i needed any help, all because mom was the only one raising us, and growing up I'd been dad's little girl. I know it was just meant to help, but right then, I was just beginning to get back onto my feet after that, and it was like going back to square one each time someone ASKED. It was to the point where i couldn't take being asked how I was feeling, or if I was okay, I just wanted to STOP FEELING SO CRAPPY. I was going to become part of a community that didn't know JACK about me and while it's intentions were in the right place, they were actively making me want to cry in public (something I hate/fear doing). I started running the paper route so -I- could start making a little extra $$ and sleep in and avoid the whole deal altogether. I said i'd go for a private confirmation later, and for a while that worked.
I started running with someone in town so I could get exercise and just have an ear to hear me. It was great, for one I loved afternoon jogs around the town, finding things along the side of the road, and noting the wildflowers. Then one day as I was heading into the local grocery/gas mart for movies and a dinner (mom had to work late, I was too tired to cook) the clerk, a girl who'd lived up the street from me for all 17 years of her life asked me if the sex with the guy i'd been jogging with was any good. Apparently the word around town was that I had been sleeping with the guy (who was not only twice my age, but...just no.) I'd been jogging with. I was just horrified about the whole deal, and pretty much decided then that I didn't WANT to be a part of a community that would talk about things that didn't happen, just because there was NOTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT.
By that time I'd been exploring other faiths, and was tenatively toeing the line for paganism (not any one faith...I wanted to learn about them from a real person first. Books can only teach you so much, but...I wanted to hear it from someone in their own words, in their own voice. The thing about this was...and is, i'm painfully shy about approaching someone about a topic. We are talking 'pass a note to ask and look really wigged out' shy.
Let me say this, I know the big G christian god is there, just as I know that all other gods are there too. I tend to worship just..by doing small random things. It might be making a little mandala out of things I find while on a walk before I head back inside, it might be drawing something in chalk/charcoal somewhere... It's there.
Next week Tuesday is a local pagan's night out. I'm going to go to talk to some people about this, for the first time, and see if I can't get things a little more polished.
i think the answer to my spirituality is.. 'i'm still learning'.
4. What is your most favorite thing to wear?
...Of all time? Okay. It comes down to a draw between BRIGHT COLORFUL FUNKY SOCKS AND SKIRTS...and weird dresses. There isn't much in my size in the latter, so it's gonna be the former. Star? You know what i'm talking about! TENTACLE SOCKS! <3
5. If you had to pick one thing you owned which
represented you, what would it be and why?
...It would be either my big green Muppet vs. the Shoggoth bag... or my patched up pants that've survived so many changes since highschool.
Both for the same reason. (sorta with the jeans) is that i've made them mine. I've hand-stitched and worked one hand into a cramp working on their details. They both represent how weird I can be, but also a little bit of how much I -LOVE- being soft and sorta-squishy at heart.
...Bonus, since I was kinda expecting "What song makes you cry and why?" for the fifth question...
'Happy Trails to you' It was from a Gene Autrey tribute cd Dad bought that he recorded onto tape and played whenever he travelled and whenever we'd travel with him somewhere. It has a lot of good memories..and it was the song we played at the end of his funeral.
wanderlustloverReply in the comments if you want me to write up five interview questions for you! or if you want to throw in FIVE NEW QUESTIONS.
1. Write your memoir in six words.
...
Lived full of odd little notions.
2. When did you fall in love with
stitching?
Oh Wow that's a complicated one, cause it kind of happened in two parts. I first got fascinated with knitting and cross-stitch from my mom, but when I tried my hand at that I rapidly lost interest beyond the pretty colors of floss and yarn. I was in kindergarten then. (I was an ADD kid, which..yeh nother story not related to this) I still loved feeling and looking at various fabrics and scraps by then too, since mom made a LOT of clothes for my hand-me-down barbies. (Who got replaced by sparkly barbies, who were forgotten/distrusted after I didn't get any friends from them.)
I didn't get interested in sewing and stitching up properly until summer school 4th grade when I took a sewing course cause all the students brought shiny items back on the bus. I LOVED it and I tended to collect up the scraps from other students projects. Still have some (pretty butterfly print). I got into regular handsewing of objects then, and machine sewing. Highschool was when I got into embroidery stitches off and on. I'd buy mass-prduced patches and sew them into the jeans tote bag, had made it the previous year, with brightly colored floss. It was cheap and colorful and I loved it, and at that time I also started putting my own patches onto the holes in my jeans. All I knew how to do then though were the running stitch, the blanket stitch, the whip stitch and the satin stitch.
The fancier stitches I do now, I didn't learn until after college, (which was coincidentally the place where I learned to love crochet. (Mom tried getting me to knit again and it failed horrible.)) and then it was FROM A BOOK. I missed out on learning from someof the great old women who loved embroidery in my life, just by coming into it too late. And I get a little woobie over the thought of so many years of experience going down the crapper.
I've got to find a nice Hmong seamstress to ask to learn THEIR embroidery techniques.
3. How do you view your own spirituality?
...It's a bit lost, and i'm just beginning to find my footing on it again.
I grew up, was born into, and got about 4/5's of the way towards being a Catholic School girl. I was baptised, had first communion, served as an altar girl, and almost went through with confirmation before I had myself a little quiet crisis. Dad used to get us all up at 7 to get dressed and ready for Sunday mass. Mom's a lutheran by the way, so mass was hit or miss for her, and I honestly liked the singing parts of mass most of all back then.
This changed the summer of eighth grade, when dad was dying of cancer. Since he was in the hospital in Madison, we didn't go as often, and the boy had a morning paper route that meant running like mad devils through town to get all the papers (which came at 5 am) into their proper places by 7:30 am. After dad died, I tried going more often, at least every sunday, and tried to keep up with the church youth group activities for confirmation. What changed it wasn't a crisis about god. It was about the community I was going to become an adult part of. I was a lonely kid, for a good many of the classic geek cliche reasons, so I didn't have many friends, just acquaintences in my home town.
As the day of comfirmation came closer, all the adults just started clucking theirs tongues and asking if I was alright, or if i needed any help, all because mom was the only one raising us, and growing up I'd been dad's little girl. I know it was just meant to help, but right then, I was just beginning to get back onto my feet after that, and it was like going back to square one each time someone ASKED. It was to the point where i couldn't take being asked how I was feeling, or if I was okay, I just wanted to STOP FEELING SO CRAPPY. I was going to become part of a community that didn't know JACK about me and while it's intentions were in the right place, they were actively making me want to cry in public (something I hate/fear doing). I started running the paper route so -I- could start making a little extra $$ and sleep in and avoid the whole deal altogether. I said i'd go for a private confirmation later, and for a while that worked.
I started running with someone in town so I could get exercise and just have an ear to hear me. It was great, for one I loved afternoon jogs around the town, finding things along the side of the road, and noting the wildflowers. Then one day as I was heading into the local grocery/gas mart for movies and a dinner (mom had to work late, I was too tired to cook) the clerk, a girl who'd lived up the street from me for all 17 years of her life asked me if the sex with the guy i'd been jogging with was any good. Apparently the word around town was that I had been sleeping with the guy (who was not only twice my age, but...just no.) I'd been jogging with. I was just horrified about the whole deal, and pretty much decided then that I didn't WANT to be a part of a community that would talk about things that didn't happen, just because there was NOTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT.
By that time I'd been exploring other faiths, and was tenatively toeing the line for paganism (not any one faith...I wanted to learn about them from a real person first. Books can only teach you so much, but...I wanted to hear it from someone in their own words, in their own voice. The thing about this was...and is, i'm painfully shy about approaching someone about a topic. We are talking 'pass a note to ask and look really wigged out' shy.
Let me say this, I know the big G christian god is there, just as I know that all other gods are there too. I tend to worship just..by doing small random things. It might be making a little mandala out of things I find while on a walk before I head back inside, it might be drawing something in chalk/charcoal somewhere... It's there.
Next week Tuesday is a local pagan's night out. I'm going to go to talk to some people about this, for the first time, and see if I can't get things a little more polished.
i think the answer to my spirituality is.. 'i'm still learning'.
4. What is your most favorite thing to wear?
...Of all time? Okay. It comes down to a draw between BRIGHT COLORFUL FUNKY SOCKS AND SKIRTS...and weird dresses. There isn't much in my size in the latter, so it's gonna be the former. Star? You know what i'm talking about! TENTACLE SOCKS! <3
5. If you had to pick one thing you owned which
represented you, what would it be and why?
...It would be either my big green Muppet vs. the Shoggoth bag... or my patched up pants that've survived so many changes since highschool.
Both for the same reason. (sorta with the jeans) is that i've made them mine. I've hand-stitched and worked one hand into a cramp working on their details. They both represent how weird I can be, but also a little bit of how much I -LOVE- being soft and sorta-squishy at heart.
...Bonus, since I was kinda expecting "What song makes you cry and why?" for the fifth question...
'Happy Trails to you' It was from a Gene Autrey tribute cd Dad bought that he recorded onto tape and played whenever he travelled and whenever we'd travel with him somewhere. It has a lot of good memories..and it was the song we played at the end of his funeral.
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Questions for me? &hearts
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Mwahahaha #5 is a second hint
1. What would be the perfect menu to your dream 5 course meal? (Appetizer, salad, main protein &carb, main veg, dessert)
2. What do you curl up with for comfort?
3. What piece of jewelery do you own that you love and wear to bits, and why?
4. How did you first start collecting Glamourkins?
5. It's time for tea of the real imaginary sort, where do you go and what do you bring to the table?