Posted in Law, Sewing

50 Years

Fifty years. A half century. Almost an eternity. The time went fast.

Fifty years ago, Hurricane Agnes roared up the east coast wiping out crops and caused major flooding. At the time, we lived in South Carolina. As I recall, it rained one afternoon, and that was all we got from Agnes.

Fifty years ago, Ms. Magazine came into being. It was a wonderful magazine that didn’t try to shove June Cleaver down my throat. Instead of recipes using boxed mixes, I read about the dalkon shield – an IUD that was taken off the market because it was unsafe. Of course, a few thousand woman had to have their uteruses perforated before the dalkon shield came off the US market. Leftover stock got dumped on Third World countries. “Let George do it!” Let George be in charge of contraception.

Fifty years ago, burglars broke into the Democratic Headquarters in the Watergate Hotel. The purpose? To screw with the Democrats so Nixon could be re-elected. Two young reporters at the Washington Post, Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward, brought down a president by telling the truth about evil in the White House.

Fifty years ago, Nixon signed Title IX into law. People think Title IX is about athletics. It is, but that’s not all it’s about.

“No person in the United States shall on the basis of sex be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving federal financial assistance.” 

No mention of athletics. It would take another 18 years before the University at Buffalo School of Law had a class that was 50% women. I was in that class.

Fifty years ago, I got married. I’m still married. To the same guy.

I’ve been working on designs for my Spoonflower shop. Today, I sent off 126 designs to have proofs made. A few days ago, I got back a set of proofs, and I’m working on putting 84 new designs in my Spoonflower shop. These are some of the new designs I’ve been working on.

I think I’ve found a use for all that fabric with proofs on them. Forty-two designs on one yard of fabric. I need to make myself shorts. I also need to make boxers for Jim. The last time I counted, I had 12 yards of proofs.

I’m linking with Nina Marie here: http://ninamariesayre.blogspot.com/

My Spoonflower shop is here: https://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/deb_thuman

My store, Deb Thuman Art, is here: http://www.DebThumanArt.com

Posted in Fiber, Photography, Sewing

Fifty Years

We celebrated our 50th anniversary on June 3. We started the celebration a day early. Translation: we ate at restaurants two days in a row. Fifty years went by fast. I had hoped to take a special trip, but that’s going to have to wait. Until Brady is fully trained, she can’t travel with me. Once she’s my service dog, she flies free, stays in hotels for free, cruises for free. At the moment, I don’t trust air travel. Sure we’re told there are upgraded filters and the air is recirculated. When were the filters last checked? When will there stop being brawls in mid flight? When will we be able to be assured the flight won’t be cancelled at the last minute? There aren’t enough flight staff so flights are cancelled. The airlines blame the traffic controllers. I blame mismanagement and misuse of funds.

Jim bought me roses for our anniversary. I’ve been photographing individual roses each morning.

I’ve been working on a dress. This dress has only two seams because I had to eliminate the center seams in order for the pattern to fit on the fabric. Then, I discovered the V neck revealed far more cleavage than I’m comfortable showing. The pattern has a modesty panel, and I added that. I had to sew the panel by hand and I didn’t want stitches to show on the right side of the dress. I pushed a clear plastic template under the seam for the facing. That ensured my stitches would not show on the font of the dress.

The dress still looked wrong so I added ties to each side. I should have moved the ties closer to the center front. Too late now; I’m not about to rip out and reattach ties. I’ll make changes to the next dress I make.

Although we’re in no danger from the wildfire in the Gila Wilderness, we’re treated to the particulates and smoke from the fire. That’s not a cloudy sky. That’s a smoky sky. The crud in the air isn’t allergy friendly so I can’t spend much time outside.

There are no clouds today and that’s not a cloudy sky. That’s smoke, particulates, and crud from the wildfire.

I’m linking with Nina Marie here: http://ninamariesayre.blogspot.com/

My store, Deb Thuman Art, is here: http://www.DebThumanArt.com

My Spoonflower shop is here: https://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/deb_thuman