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Akron: 13 May 30: Appropriate Apparel

Let's talk heat. Specifically, let's talk about what to wear when it's hot.

It is ridiculously warm outside. As in 33 C about the time I left the office for the day. The world is hot and muggy and smells of baking horse manure. Them's the joys of living in buggy country - horse exhaust makes its presence felt, in little piles on the road and little wafts in the air.

It wasn't long after we got here that I realized that my planned summer wardrobe - T-shirts, light pants, a pair of shorts, a couple of skirts - really was more of a mid-to-late fall and early-to-mid spring sort of wardrobe. So I began looking for proper summer wear. Short-sleeved (or maybe even sleeveless) cotton blouses/shirts, another skirt, a sundress... I found some things here and there, some of which I quite like, and some of which will stay behind when we leave. As I did most of my shopping at thrift stores, this is an affordable option.

A weekend or few ago, we visited the local farmer's market, and I insisted on stopping at one particular stall. I wasn't sure where it was, exactly, although I knew it was at the end of one of those buildings, on the left-hand side. The last time we'd been there, I saw a skirt I liked, but by the time I had decided to buy it, it had begun to rain and the vendor had packed up for the night. So I was going to see if I could find it again. Did I? Yes and no.
I found the vendor again. I found what I thought was the skirt - lightweight cotton in shades of cream, slightly patchwork-y - but it was a size too small. I shrugged inwardly and went on browsing the merchandise. Shortly thereafter, I found another skirt, also shades of cream, with a bit of patchy-ness to it and some very nice self-toned embroidery. I've worn it six times since then, and I'm already quite fond of it. It's coming with me, no question.

After the farmer's market, we ended up at the local goodwill. I had figured by now that I had enough clothes to get me through, but the vintage rack was marked "Everything $4." I'm intrigued by vintage, if only by "how on earth could anyone stand to wear that?" and "I'm sorry, harem pants from the 80s are not vintage." So I flipped through the hangers, drawn by the possibility of an interesting find. A shine of gold on green caught my eye. I pulled it out. I'm not certain of its country of origin or name of the garment, but I believe "India" and "kurta and matching sarong." I tried the kurta on, and it fit me rather well. It looks hand-made, rather than factory. So yes, green tunic, gold embroidery around the neck and down the front, gold ornaments in stripes, slit up both sides to just below my hips. The sarong is a length of the same cloth that wraps around me twice and a bit, and properly folded, stays exactly where it's supposed to stay. I was looking forward to wearing it, although I was somewhat distracted by the little voices that kept saying "cultural appropriation" in my ear. Ah, well, at least it's fashion and not (as far as I am aware) something deeply - religiously?- significant.

So - I wore it one hot Friday. It was admired (as was the smoking deal I got on it - I have no compunction about telling people about my thrift shop scores) and a coworker originally from Indias said that the tunic looked Indian, but the sarong-type skirt wasn't quite right. I did a little further research, and I've come to the conclusion that the "sarong" is actually a shawl, and that the outfit is missing the matching pants. And now I have options. I can continue to wear it with the shawl as a sarong skirt. I can wear the tunic with black or complementary leggings. I could conceivably wear it over jeans - I'm told that's done by some of the more Western-influenced set. I could also look for complementary material and have light, loose pants made to go with it. So many choices... but in any event, the kurta is coming with me, too.

Akron: 13 May 02: Arts & Crafts

Let it be said: I'm not complaining about this.

I'm the office receptionist, so my work raison d'etre is the intake and proper direction of contacts, be it phone, email, or in person. This means that I am largely chained to my desk via a headset, so that I can always answer the phone. My breaks are substantial, so I'm quite fine with this. However, the phone doesn't ring constantly, and I have only so many regular tasks. After a while, I run out of things to do at my desk.

I am blessed with an understanding boss and a relaxed workplace. I was told at the outset that if my other work is done, I may do more or less what I like at the desk, provided the phone is properly answered. (Unspoken is the additional clause "...and it's work-appropriate.") So I browse the internet, I read classic detective fiction online, I knit... and sometimes I do other things.

Enter "Linda Does Arts and Crafts." This is the third time I've taken on a project that involves doing some creative and occasionally visually interesting handwork. The distinction I make between "Arts & Crafts" and knitting is that "Arts and Crafts" must include scissor work, and preferrably multiple pieces of paper and glue or tape.

Two weeks ago, in the run up to Earth Day, I was casually asked if I could assist in making a display for tracking the human-powered miles people put in over the course of the week. (That's walking, cycling, pogo stick-ing, what have you - as long as no engines are involved, but human effort is.) Sure, I can do that... how many miles? Do you want a tally sheet for people? Oh, so two separate tracks for commuting miles and leisure miles? What size? Title? Wording? Do you want a blurb explaining how it works? and so on.

I proceeded to plan a real-world route from our office to one of the regional offices for commuting, and from the office to New Orleans for leisure miles. Google maps, screen-shots, cut and paste, printouts, titles, and a bunch of markers and pencils - and the aforementioned scissors and tape - were brought into play against a 4x5' sheet of black foamcore. It took me three days to put everything together, and it reminded me so much of Summer Reading preparations. Most enjoyable. This was Arts and Crafts project 2. (The first was the subject of my fussbudget blog post earlier.)

So now I am in the middle of project number 3. The office is getting new cubicle signs, which hang on the dividers. My boss was concerned that we wouldn't have volunteer labour to get the signs assembled, so I pointed out that I have time, as long as the process doesn't take too much space.

Yesterday, one of the maintenance guys came up to my desk and told me to clear my schedule. Today, he showed up with two boxes, one of plexiglass holders, one of metal channels (squared U in profile, about seven inches wide and two and three quarter inches deep) and screws. Later, I was handed some sheets of self-adhesive felt to cut into strips to cushion the inside of the channel and avoid scratches. It took me a little time at first, and I spent a little while collecting all the necessary tools and creating a template, but I've worked out a relatively efficient system for using post-screws to attach the plexiglass holder to the channel, and then attach the felt. I did twenty-five the first day, and I suspect it will only take another day and a half to finish the rest. Of course, I haven't put any inserts in yet, so that will be a half-hour or hour or two's work - or maybe I'll just distribute the holders, and someone else will distribute the inserts to the appropriate departments and desks.

I'm actually rather enjoying the process, and figuring out the most efficient setup for my tools and parts, as well as the tricks for getting the screws set properly through two sets of holes that don't quite align...

What I'm Reading Now: 13 May 09

My reading has been a bit scattered, not that anyone is surprised by this any more.

Fiction: I'm reading more classic detective stories on Project Gutenberg. Right now, it's The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Burglar, by Maurice Leblanc. I'm finding them a bit dated, but still fun, and I like the way Leblanc plays with identity, both of Arsene (who is a master of passing for someone else or assuming a different identity) and the narrator, who is rarely who you assume he (yes, so far it's always been a he) is. I have a page or so of other authors of the same time period and genre, and the possession of such a list gives me warm fuzzy feelings.

Non-fiction, book: IBS: Free At Last! (2nd Edition) by Patsy Catsos, is all about FODMAPs, which are Fermentable Oglio-, Di-,  Monosaccharides, And Polyols - each a type of carbohydrate that certain people may not be able to digest. End result of consuming FODMAPs include gas, bloating, and dire GI tract consequences which I will leave to your imagination. The idea is not to cut out all FODMAP foods, but to find out which categories you can consume, which you absolutely cannot, and which you can tolerate in small quantities. I find the concept quite interesting, but I find the organization of the book somewhat annoying. There's minimal background before launching into the diet-modification section, and each chapter ends with questions, but the answers are found later in the book, along with more scientific details. Still, it's one of the best sources I've found locally on FODMAPs, so I can forgive a few stylistic quirks.

I have also just received a copy of The Sacred Choir by Charles Eddy Leslie. He is the composer of Der Friedensfürst, and I wrote about my discovery of this and subsequent researches earlier. The Sacred Choir is a book of anthems, including one called The Prince of Peace. Sadly, although "Friedensfürst"  is indeed a direct translation of "Prince of Peace," there is no further connection between the two. However, I have two more leads to follow, so I shall perservere.

Non-fiction, other: Also on my just-read pile are a number of knitting magazines. A friend from a knitting group left behind some back issues of Interweave Knits, plus three others with titles that escape me at the moment. I've been looking through them to see if there's a magazine that I could recommend to the library, and of all of them, I think Interweave Knits covers the most territory in the most appealing fashion. Also, somewhere in that pile of magazines there is a pattern for a sweater that can be worn inside-out or outside-out, upside-down or right-way-up, front-to-back or front-in-front - and as far as I can tell, any combination of these factors is fair game. I am most intrigued, but I have three projects lined up (yarn purchased and everything) for when I finish the current project.
The current project is also a form of reading - in this case, proof-reading. I've put together a pattern for a stuffed sheep, refining it over the course of three completed stuffies. I'm now knitting the fourth one following my written pattern, to make sure that I've put everything down correctly and my math adds up.

Akron: 13 April 30: This Really Is Spring!

It's spring, all right, and the world around me is blossoming.

It started with the knee-high hedges beside the house up the block. One day, they were a collection of sticks. The next day, they were a proper hedge, but covered in bright yellow flowers instead of leaves. Then the magnolia trees started to bloom. I still find them bizarrely beautiful - these big old naked trees suddenly sprouting pink waxy blooms that look like a million prom corsages. (The daffodils and hyacinths kicked in around this time, too.)

After that, every tree I looked at seemed to be in full flower. There's a weeping cherry that I see from the break table that is truly gorgeous - it has a certain Japanese woodcut vibe, somehow. There's a different type of cherry near one of the apartment entrances that has double blooms, so it looks like it's covered either in pink carnations or those tissue paper flowers I always thought had no analog in nature... guess I was wrong. By now, the daffs are gone and the tulips are almost past, and the orchards are starting to lose their bloom, too. I must say, I'm curious to see what other colours will pop out of the woodwork - or the landscape - in the near future.