Skip to main content

You Know, Just In Case

I bought a couple of new bras recently.  Yep, my life is on fire.

The first time I put on one of the new bras, I thought, "Oh, yeah --- this is gonna work.  SO much better than my old bras."

That comfiness turned into PLEASE-let-me-take-this-thing-OFF within three hours.  And as I was taking it off, I thought, "If I'm ever In Control, every man should have to wear a bra for a day.  Or high heels."   (I go back and forth between the two.}

I will never, though, change my wish that every man have one menstrual period.  Just one.  Cramps and all.  Not even a particularly wicked one --- but definitely one with some punch.

Then, to be fair, all women would get to have testicles for one day.  And be hit in them.

My hope would be that Life's Playing Field might be a little more even after those experiences.


  1. Heels and bra while having a period. Getting nutted (as the kids say?) can't be much worse than that- and more infrequent. But yes, perhaps compassion and empathy would be in greater circulation.

  2. well now that 's an interesting post..

  3. Add being 8.9 months pregant. In July. Then breastfeeding in August.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Cold Shoulders

There were 589 stitches!  They were the beginning of this: It's the Superior Waves Shawl from Willow Yarns.  This is one of the kits Kathy was asking about the other day.
Speaking of which, here are this week's questions: Sure sign of Springs: bugs.  Has anything bitten you yet? No, though the carpenter bees are back flying around the bench on the front porch. Do you knit for practice?  I don't mean for gauge;  for a stitch pattern? If I have, I don't remember. Have you tried One Touch Latte for your coffee? Not a coffee drinker. Have you seen or tried Persi laundry detergent? I'd never heard of it 'til now. When was the last time you wore one of your own handknits? Over the weekend --- some socks made from Noro.
If the waves shawl weren't keeping me busy enough, I'm also working on 28's Cousin 53.  I'm making it out of yarn that will turn purple when I wear it in the sun. What will they think of next?


Yesterday would have been my mother's 88th birthday.  I don't say that looking for sympathy --- it's just that the arithmetic surprised me.  Then I realized that next year, my husband would have been 70.  That is hard to get my mind around.
The shades-of-blue feather and fan shawl (the 589-stitcher) had to go into the "Maybe Another Day" file.  Somewhere along the way, I lost the pattern stitch and couldn't fix it without frogging way, way back.  It's irritated me to no end, but there really wasn't anything else to do.
Something occurred to me the other day.  If this is already being done, I didn't know, so I'm not trying to steal anyone's thunder.  You know those cake/cocoa/cookie mixes in a jar? Why couldn't that be done with yarn "cakes"?  


Hooray;  baby giraffe has arrived! Next to his parents, he looks almost like a toy, but when you put him next to anything else, you realize his size.  He's already taller than me: 5'9".
There's a naming contest for him.  I submitted "Reveille," as his arrival trumpeted us all awake yesterday.  That came to me as I was tumbling names around in my head.  His sire's name is Oliver, which, backward --- revilo --- brought Reveille to mind.
Babies are also front and center knitting-wise.  Two people in my orbit are expecting --- one having a boy, the other a girl.  I'm going with basics just now --- burp cloths, wash cloths, etc.  There's a little time yet in both pregnancies, so there's time to decide on the fancier things.  This is my first knitwear model, now waiting to be a big brother.  Time does fly.