Spent Friday night turning this into cool stuff. Let’s hope I can finally (FINALLY) get some new things in etsy. It’s so barren in there. I know I’ve been talking about it forever but honestly, if I’m not excited about something for more than a day, it doesn’t go into the shop.
**Here’s hoping for the continued excitement over the new stuff covering my desk at the present.**
Oh, and you can pretty much scratch everything I said in the previous post. Apparently, the rain was a fluke, it’s still the middle of summer and 91 degree weather is now what I should be expecting. Gotta love So Cal.
I know Southern California is known to be the land of endless summer, but contrary to popular belief and Tony! Toni! Tone! songs, it actually does rain. And it’s horrible. Absolutely horrible.
Ok, it’s not that bad. Given our recent hellish fire season courtesy of this asshole and drought, it’s actually a welcome change to the weather. I don’t normally go for anything under 73 degrees, but the grey skies and intermittent downpours are quite nice. Thankfully, I was prepared for this.
Although I love the all-purpose and ubiquitous tights in cooler weather, I was overcome with the urge to get over-the-knee socks a couple of weeks ago. I went to my standby-for-this-sort-of-thing and found these. Super thick, super long, and super slouchy; absolutely perfect for below the waist warmth purposes.
Up top, I was going to need something more than my newsboy cap. Yesterday, I went by my favorite yarn shop, got a skein of worsted mohair in a mottled black, and got to work. After watching Hell’s Kitchen, reruns, and Conan O’Brien (Eddie Izzard was on last night – SCORE!!) I had this:
Yeah, it’s pretty safe to say that I’ll be living in this as long as it’s raining outside. =D
I am all for people believing in what they believe. However, when people try and force their beliefs on me, I take issue. Forgive me for bringing such a controversial topic up on this here blog, but this pissed me off to no end this morning.
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Not long after I posted the last blog about my tattoo (and reading the lovely comments you all had to offer – thank you!!), I go to check my facebook messages and there is one from a old high school friend that I haven’t really talked to since my first or second year of college (read: 2002). The note read:
hey girlie, its been a while. i was reading your note about your dad. i think chey told me about it a few years ago when it happened. im sure its still a process. anyway, i know you love him and wanted to do something special for him, and Im not sure where you stand as far as your relationship with Jesus is concernced, but this is what God’s word says about tattoos:
Lev. 19:1,28- The Lord also said to Moses, Give the following instructions to the entire community of Israel. You must be holy because I, the Lord you God, am holy. Do not cut your bodies for the dead, and do not mark your skin with tattoos. I am the Lord!
My thought process after reading this is as follows:
Wow, I haven’t heard from her in a while. Did she really just pull the Leviticus card? Seriously? Wait. Ok, she’s probably concerned about the state of my soul…Wait, no…Did she really just pull the Leviticus card? I don’t think she knows I have four tattoos. For real?!?! Woooooooow…This is funny. For real? Quoting scripture to me about my tattoo…riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight…
After I grew increasingly more upset, I wondered if I should even respond. I don’t know why I wondered over this so long given my argumentative nature, but I wondered. I even consulted dudeguy.
Now, I don’t know if I’ve given you all a full background on the unicorn of this blog, but he is probably the most interesting person I know. He’s extremely intelligent, well-read, has the most “fuck you and your bullshit” attitude, cooks exceedingly well and can mix a great drink. All of that and he is unapologetically agnostic. Basically, he’s made of WIN. You can imagine what he said after I told him what happened (keep in mind that we’re unbelievably crass).
“She’s asking about your relationship with Jesus Christ? What you and Jesus do behind closed doors is none of her damn business!”
I love him…so much.
Anyway, after much talking, thought and deliberation, I responded with this:
I appreciate you reading my story, but as far as the rest of the note goes, I have a bit of concern:
1 – my relationship with JC shouldn’t be based on whether or not I adhere to the Jewish portion of the Bible. I cannot subscribe to a system of tenents that was used to judge, subjugate, censor, and murder people who simply believed differently. Besides, I’m pretty sure Jesus didn’t have much to say about tattoos given that early Christians wore them to identify themselves as such. In fact, he gave one commandment that has absolutely nothing to do with tattooing.
2 – I’d be more likely to put stock in your concern if I had one inkling that you sent passages from this particular book to all the men you know who cut their hair or trim/shave their facial hair in general. Something tells me that you don’t. Right now, this looks like your disapproval of my action veiled in scripture.
I’m glad to see you’re in a more positive and uplifting place, but I’d rather you not proselytize to me through facebook. I went through the dutiful Christian portion of my life and thankfully, have moved past it.
I hope all is well with you, babe. Take care.
Now this is not an invitation to debate about religion, call me a heathen, blah (x3). I’m pretty steadfast in what I do and believe in and have no plans on feeling guilty about it, converting, or reverting. If that’s not the case with you, I fully respect that. However, the minute someone calls my action(s) into question without applying the same “concern” across the board to everyone that doesn’t fit into the standard they half-heartedly hold themselves to is going to get a supreme side-eye from me because that, friends, is judgement. It’s pick-and-choose judgement masked with someone else’s words.
UNCOOL.
This is just too damn much to deal with in the morning. I don’t even have a picture to offset all of this text. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
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Addendum/Post Script (because I’m an asshole)
PAUL NEWMAN EVERYONE!!!!!
*stands up and drops mic a la Randy Watson in Coming to America*
