Idle hands, as we all know, are the devil’s playthings, and so it’s best to keep them busy. Handwork is just the ticket. And I can only hammer so much wire in one day. I’ll take a few process shots this week of crowns and such in progress.
I’m excitedly looking forward to delivery of my kit from Subversive Cross-Stitch, a gift ordered for me today by someone who reads the blog and was all Bitch Please! on the Limb of Terror. You know, when people get offended by random things that I say, I’m always sorry, to a point, but I also think at the same time that we must surely have better things to do than constantly take offense at silly things people say. At least this came with a Bitch Please cross-sticth kit. I guess wishes do come true, because I’ve been admiring this kit since December of 2009.
I’ll have to buy my own frame, though, she said, and I’m supposed to think about being a more sensitive person while I stitch it up.
I plan on sewing up not only this but also all manner of things by the pool this summer, a time which I am already dreaming about. It’s been really cold lately here and I’ve had summer on my mind, the way the warmth of the sun sinks down into my bones, the smell of the cactus, the quiet of the city.
Anyway. If the silly things I say offend you, then I have to gently say what I always say; relax. Get a grip. The Internet is very big, and nothing I say matters in the slightest, and I am quite likely to say things like “People should not post horrifying pictures of valuable vintage bracelets clasped within a millimeter of their lives around a swollen arm!”
It’s totally an option (and one that I strongly recommend if you are a sensitive, depressed, or fearful person) to not read my personal journal.
Today, over the Limb of Terror, I heard from amputees, saying that they were deeply hurt because the arm looked amputated, or because someone made a joke that it looked that way, from depressed people, who said it made them more depressed, from people with swollen limbs, saying that I was insensitive about swollen limbs, from people who take crappy photos, saying I was mean to people who take crappy photos, from people who use hairspray, saying that they knew I was insensitive about hair loss (hair loss?) when I said I didn’t like sprayed Helmet Hair, and from people who were teased in high school, who said that I was bringing back the full measure of not only the pain of their adolescence but all other pain they had felt in life as well. I finally just threw up my hands and removed the post.
I’m sure these things are true, and I’m sorry for your lost limbs, your depression, your swollen leg and arm, your photography skills, your hairspray/hair loss, and your tortured adolescence (which I share with you) but seriously. If you can’t cope with the fact that I am only reasonably sorry, and not terribly sorry, about the possibly hilarious Limb of Terror, then you need to take that concern very seriously, and drop my ass cold. Because I can promise you, I’m definitely going to say some other thing that will offend you in the future.
And you owe it to yourself to spend the precious remaining moments of your life with the kind of people who will always be very careful of what they say.