Attempting a Green Thumb

Here’s a little secret: I do not have a green thumb.

I aspire to grow things. I dream of someday having my own little sustainable homestead, where I grow much of my food and raise some small livestock. (In this dream, I also seem to have developed a wardrobe that channels the pioneer days, but that’s neither here nor there.)

The reality, however, is that this is not the case. I do not have a homestead, I do not even have a yard or a balcony of my own. I do have a bit of shared patio, but it’s been very unclear what stuff is abandoned by former tenants (and thus free to move aside) and what belongs to those who live here now (and thus should not be touched). I also do not have a green thumb and am exceptionally bad at feeding or watering anything that cannot make some sort of noise to alert me that it is hungry. (Cats are exceptionally good at this, except when they trick me into giving them extra meals. I have developed a system to avoid this. TAKE THAT, CATS.)

This leaves indoors. Where I am also battling my own tendencies towards benign plant neglect with low light as my windows face north and east, neither of which are the best source of light.

Kitchen Herbs

That has not deterred me. I have been reading up on various edibles that can be grown indoors, and I have decided to start with some herbs. I bought basil, rosemary, and lemon verbena at the grocery store when I went this week. I need to transplant them, but I am out of potting soil. In the meantime, I set their tiny containers in makeshift ones to catch water, and set them on my kitchen windowsill. (My aloe plant also stuck a leaf into the photo to say hi. Hi, aloe! I’m sorry that I didn’t water you or rotate you for so long that you now list alarmingly to one side!)

I hope that once I transplant them, I will be able to remember to water them, and that there will be enough light for them to grow. If this is successful, I’m also considering getting another light for my living room, and some full spectrum bulbs and putting some more plants under one of the big windows there. I’m hoping the combo of light through the windows and full spectrum bulbs will be able to produce something.  But for now, I’m starting with these.

Knitting Pinup Calendar Update: Miss August

I promise this blog won’t become all pinups all the time, but there has been a lot going on with Off the Needles lately! So much that I’ve barely had time to knit.

We recently had a photo shoot with Miss August. She looks lovely and yes, that is corn behind her. Yes, we found corn in the middle of Oakland.


(Photo by Erin Dean Colcord of the Gary Lady Artist Collective)

It was a great session, and as always so much fun. I love watching people start to relax and have fun in front of the camera!

(Photo by Erin Dean Colcord of the Gray Lady Artist Collective)

I’m also still working on my outift–quite a ways to go, but I can’t wait for my photo shoot now so I must hurry up and knit, knit, knit!

Commute Week from Hell

If you take transit, you probably know it’s full of crazy people. Well, this week, I got to be one of those crazy people because let me tell you, I have had the commute week from hell.

I work in San Francisco and live in Oakland, which means I have a multi-system commute. I drive my car to BART, park there, take BART into San Francisco, then transfer to Muni and take that to my office. Technically speaking I could walk to my office from one of two BART stops, but it tends to aggravate my knee and foot issues and leave me limping in pain for the rest of the day. Especially if I’m wearing cute shoes instead of practical ones. I also typically carry both a purse and a laptop bag, which doesn’t help matters either.

So recently I bought a Translink card. The selling point of Translink is that you can load all your various transit passes or cash onto it and use it for multiple systems, set up auto-load to keep your card filled, and otherwise be generally convenient.

Then they decided to switch to Translink to Clipper.

I also work from home a few days a week, which means I don’t actually go into the office enough to justify a monthly Muni pass. So I have cash loaded on that card. I set up autoload for that a few weeks ago and went along my merry way.

Only I then come to find out this week that autoload did not, in fact, load. So I’ll just stop at the machines. No problem, it’s annoying, but no big deal.

Except that they ripped out all the old Translink machines to put in new Clipper branded machines (which they are selling lots of cards for) only the machines? DON’T WORK.

Fine. It’s Wednesday, I have a tiny bit of cash (Muni is exact change only) and I can get home.

But it’s game day. So the transit cop won’t let me on the train until I go to the crowded, insanity inducing ballpark to buy my ticket instead of paying cash on the train. So I do, missing two trains and my chance to see my friends and go swimming which is probably the only relaxing thing I get to do all week. Cue me bursting into tears and becoming That Lady on the train.

I go back on Thursday. Same broken machines. Only now add a broken change machine so that I have to crawl around on the floor retrieving my cash while some guy in a business suit sighs and huffs impatiently.

I put money on my card online. Then get on the train and guess what? It doesn’t work and has a negative balance. Fine. Only apparently if you have a negative balance in one system you can’t use ANY system so suddenly I’m stuck in Embarcadero cash with no cash, and no forseeable ability to leave. Since I also have a planning meeting that night, the delay means I also have no dinner. For the second or third night in a row.

I finally get a BART employee to stop chatting and notice I’m there and I’m informed that the machines? Won’t be activated for several more WEEKS. And then have to hike all the way to the opposite end to find one of the (unmarked) vendors that will let you put cash on your card.

So at this point, we have the following: a system that can’t process online payments in less than three days (which every other site I’ve used can apparently manage), NO working machines in the stations, inconvenient and UNMARKED temporary locations to put cash on your card.

Tell me who thought this was a good idea? I’m half tempted to start driving in just because I don’t want to encourage massive incompetence. All I’ve wanted to do this week is get home on time, without bursting into tears, and get to relax. Maybe even get food. It has not happened.

Obviously, neither has knitting. I don’t expect today will be any better.

Calendar Update: Miss January

It’s been a bit quiet over here in blogland. I haven’t hardly had a minute to write or knit or cook. I’ve been running around from work to photoshoots to trying to squeeze in a row here and there on my calendar outfit!


(Photo by Erin Dean Colcord of the Gray Lady Artist Collective)

Recently, we had a photo session with Branwen, who is Miss January in the calendar. Of course, she was fierce and fabulous, and  I can easily imagine her sitting in her throne with her giant hammer, knitting. All the time.


(Photo by Erin Dean Colcord of the Gray Lady Artist Collective)

It was super fun, and I’m loving all the photos we’ve taken. Everyone looks so fabulous, and each session is totally unique. I can’t wait to put everything together! We just have to get the rest of our funding together in the next 16 days–you can still back the project if you like, by going to the Kickstarter page.

Who says knitting can’t be sexy?

Yes, I’ve been working more on the calendar.  It’s been a busy, busy week and to top it all of, I’m coming down with a summer cold. Ugh. But there’s no time to be sick, so I keep plodding on.

On Sunday, we went to Baker Beach to do a photoshoot. It was not too cold, and Seana Lyn, our knitting pinup Ms. June, was wonderful. She looked adorable in the pink knit bikini top, and the beach was the perfect setting. (Though we did have to photoshop out a few tourists and naked dudes.)


(Photo credit goes to Erin Dean Colcord of the Gray Lady Artist Collective)

Isn’t she just adorable? I’m loving each and every month we do, though I’m starting to have some nail biting moments around funding. Lots of people I talk to love the project, but with 22 days left, we’re only at 47% funding on Kickstarter. Eek!

On Faith, Freedom, and “Respect”

If you haven’t been living under a rock lately, you’ve probably seen any number of news pieces devoted to the controversy over the so-called “Ground Zero Mosque” being built in New York City.

First of all, let’s clear a few things up right at the outset. The planned renovation is actually a community center that happens to include, among other things, a mosque. In fact, the building is already being used as overflow for a local mosque, with little to no outcry from the community.

Second, you might think after hearing all this fearful moaning and groaning, that the Islamic cultural center is being proposed as an alternative to a memorial, or that it is being built atop the location where the towers once stood. No, it is in fact at 45 Park Pl, several blocks north.  As distances go this is admittedly not the farthest, but you may have noticed that real estate is kind of at a premium in Manhattan.

Finally, let’s all bear in mind one very important point: Muslims did not fly two planes into the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. (An event that, for the record, I witnessed firsthand, staring out my dorm room window on 5th Avenue.) Terrorists backed by Al Qaeda and influenced by religious extremists did. Islamic extremists and the majority of Muslims have no more in common with each other than David Koresh has in common with the church down the street from me. (They seem very nice, and I have absolutely no fear that they are stockpiling weapons or planning a siege.)

Yet the refrain heard over and over from Democrats and Republicans is this–it’s ‘disrespectful.’ The majority of commenters are very clear to toe that line; as President Obama pointed out, the community center is well within their rights to renovate this building which is on commercially zoned, private land. To say otherwise would be a restriction of their right to practice their religion.

So instead we fall back on this term–respect. But what, in this scenario, does it really mean?

It means the same thing it always had when applied to minority religions by the majority: it means we want you to go away. It means, we have to grudingly accept your existence, in a theoretical way, but we don’t want to see it. We don’t want to hear about it. We want to sit here in our bubble where everyone believes just like us and we never have to hear our kids ask us questions like “Mommy, why does Sarah’s mom wear a scarf over her head?” or “Daddy, how come Jack worship a Goddess instead of God?” We certainly don’t want to find that we are asking ourselves similar questions, because that might require examining beliefs more deeply than because it’s what I grew up with. It’s what they told me in Sunday school. Because the answer to those questions requires a tricky moral balancing act; how to avoid demonizing people with whom we live and work and play (Well, honey, Sarah’s mommy is oppressed, and Jack is a going to burn in hell for all eternity and you mustn’t talk to him ever again) and still maintaining that the path you follow is the only correct one.

Admittedly, this is a problem that plagues monotheism more than polytheism. Many polytheistic cultures borrowed elements from others, and since there is no rule that their deity must be supreme, found it easier to tolerate the worship of others. Many modern polytheists in particular–including myself–seem to view religion as more of covenant.  I hold a certain higher level of worship to the deities I am dedicated to because I have chosen to enter that pact with them. I do not expect that all others be held to the same standards, as each individual will have a relationship that is defined in its own way.  Monotheism, however, generally plants a flag in the ground and proclaims My Path is the Only Path and All Shall Tread It. (Whether or not this was the original intent–and it can indeed be debated–the fact remains that the majority of dominant institutions take this stance now.)

So the fallback then, is respect. It’s disrespectful to build a mosque ‘too close.’ It’s disrespectful to force good Christians to hear prayers of another faith. It’s disrespectful to publicly display decorations of another religion.

This is not respect. This is an attempt, pure and simple, to force people who are not like you to hide, and to publicly bend to your way of thinking. Sure if it’s okay if you worship another faith, as long as nobody knows about it. As long as you hide your faith away behind your closed doors, as long as you don’t dress distinctively or refuse to bow your head to pray to  Jesus in school. As long as you don’t insist that all religions get equal representation from government institutions, or that no children be made to feel bad or evil in school when they are legally required to be there. As long as you don’t insist that the law cannot be used to hold one moral code above another while infringing on the rights of tax-paying citizens who believe differently.

This is not the mindset of all monotheists. It is not the mindset of all religious people regardless of faith.

But it is the mindset of those who are speaking the loudest.

So what are we going to do about it?

O is for Owl

All my non-yarn buying habits may have crumbled like dust recently, in the wake of some amazing kits out there. I can’t help it–there’s so much cuteness, how can I resist?

Besides, stash is an insurance policy. Should I not be able to afford new yarn in the future, I’ll have more than enough stash to keep me knitting happily for quite some time.

Owl Kit, Unopened

The latest acquistition? The Owl Through The Night kit from 3AM Enchantments.

SO. CUTE.

Owl Kit

The yarn is hayride, and I liked it well enough in the picture I saw before I ordered, but that didn’t do justice to the beautiful shading and colors. Not just browns and tans, but rich oranges and golds, and even a tinge of pink. It puts me perfectly in mind of fall and harvest season. Love it.

Plus, the bag! I have decided that I need more project bags, to consolidate my many WIPs. At least to help keep the needles straight, and maybe make my apartment look a little more organized and a little less explode-y with yarn. This bag is an adorable one, with the cutest little owls and lovely coordinating zipper pull. Add in the owl stitch markers and I’m hooked.

Apparently, this is the first in the series of alphabet kits. I sense more stash enhancement in my future.

Sock Yarn Surprise

Can I say once again, I love the generosity of the knitting community? I recently posted about my sock yarn blanket in progress (which is still in somewhat slower progress; I have just been abysmally bad at taking pictures these past few weeks) and have been using scraps.

Well, I got my mail the other week and surprise, a package of sock yarn from Suzanne! The package is lovely, and I will put the scraps to good use…and there’s enough that I will have leftovers to pass onto another knitter when I have made my squares.

Sock Scraps

I love this sense of community and connection. That Suzanne (and other knitters she knows) made socks out of this yarn, sock that are now being worn by those knitters or their friends and family, and now the yarn will find a spot in my blanket. And once passed along, that it will find a home in another knitters blanket as well. It appeals to me in a very visceral sense, that this is something not wasted, and it is something shared.

Makes me happy.

Mending Monday

This weekend I did something a bit amazing and actually took a stab at tackling my mending basket. (Yes, I have a mending basket.)

This is mainly a collection of some knitwear that needs repair, some of mine and some of my friends, and a few thrifted dresses that have minor holes to be stitched up. I’ve avoided it because, well, mending. I also found that I didn’t know how to darn a hole.

(Darning, by the way, is not an accurate term at all. Darn is now what I was saying. What I was saying was far worse than darn.)

First up was last year’s harvest sweater, which I wanted to wear to our Lammas celebration on Saturday.

Sad Sweater

Sad sweater with a hole.

Darned Hole

Not the greatest job of darning, but the holes got fixed. And I only stewed for a while over the fact that they appeared the VERY FIRST TIME I WORE THE SWEATER.

Maybe I’m not over that yet.

Sock Mending

And last year’s initiation socks. All repaired.

I still have more to do–some that I need to round up yarn for, some that need more attention and actual guidelines for stitches, some sewing repairs and a mystery stitch pattern to identify and build as sweater off of. But at least the basket is a little less full today. And I feel the frugal satisfaction of mending things and continuing to use them.

On Brains and Sex Appeal

This morning I worked the early shift which means, among other things, I work from home and am up early enough to catch plenty of morning news. This morning, the Today Show had an interview with Danica McKellar that really caught my attention.

McKellar, as you may know, played Winnie Cooper on The Wonder Years, and also happens to be brilliant at mathematics and the author of a couple of best-selling books that are intended to help girls embrace math.

One of the questions that came up was regarding her recent Maxim photospread. She posed, looking quite hot, in standard Maxim fare–bra and panties, tall boots, etc. The photos, I have to say, are pretty hot.

But what really impressed me was her answer to a pretty judgemental sounding question from Meredith Viera about if there was a conflict between posing for Maxim and writing books intended to get girls excited about math.

McKellar’s answer? Of course not. She made the point that there is nothing with girls seeing a role model who can be smart and sexy, and who still have sex appeal in their 30s. She also pointed out that it’s not about making girls downplay or deny their sexuality, but about teaching them to be smart about it.

This was incredibly refreshing and it really speaks a lot to what I’m trying to do with the calendar. It feel like so often we like to put things in boxes–you’re smart or you’re sexy. You like domesticity, so you aren’t ‘fun.’ I feel like crafting in particular is one of those things that can be easily boxed into cute, quirky, but not really something that the hot girls do. On the other hand, what really makes someone hot? Isn’t it about their mind and imagination and confience as much as anything?

I admit, I had my own reservations about doing this calendar. I worried, a lot, about what people would think. Oh my god, I’m going to pose in my underwear and people will see it. It will be on the internet, and never die. Will people think I’m slutty? Will they think I’m dumb? Or anti-feminism? Then I thought–who cares? I’m not any of those things, and anyone who knows me pretty much at all knows that too.

What are we serving by putting girls and women into these boxes? Do you deny the parts of yourself that don’t fit in your box? Or do you spend your time wishing you were more like other people who seem to fit better? Do you agonize over things you’d like to do but feel you can’t?

Here’s the thing I’m learning: I don’t have to fit in the box. I can be the knitting, baking, sewing, domestic girl who also goes to the office and hangs out online and nerds out over geeky tech things. I can be shy and demure and still be a pinup model. I can be the person who is much happier being alone than dating someone just to be dating and still hope to fall in love someday. Being smart doesn’t mean I can’t be pretty, and wanting to be attractive doesn’t make me any less smart. I don’t have to fit in anyone else’s box.

You know what? Neither do you.