Thursday, June 23, 2011

As writers are we "praise sluts"? [yes.]

One of my reflections while on the writer's marathon:

I started sewing when I was 10 yo, I think. Mom took me to a local fabric shop in Fallon, NV where I learned to sew and stuff a pillow. 2' x 2'. I got to pick any fabric I wanted. (From the sale rack) in any pattern I wanted. (except the ones my mother sneered at.)

I picked a white fabric with concentric turquoise squares. Very geometric. Very 1991. If the fabric had a name, I bet it'd be called the Fresh Prince of Belaire.

The second sewing class I got was from the female version of Skeletor. Mrs. S. She was very very old and had no business teaching 7th grade girls in rural Missouri (which is where I moved in 1992).

Mrs. S. did know how to sew though. Like a champ.

She taught us to make boxer shorts. I made pink pig shorts and soccer shorts and sunflower shorts.

It was the year of shorts.

AND FOR FUN...

My favorite quotes from CUWP today:

  • As writers are we "praise sluts"? [yes.]
  • Stacy climbed through a window. 
  • Move everything below the "but". [When you hear this out loud, it's hilarious.]
  • Sarita rode a chicken named the colonel. [This is not a metaphor. Wrap your mind around that.]
  • Is that the word that means no penis? [the Indonesian word for this sounds a lot like "no thank" you, btw.]
  • Do not make me call my flying monkeys. [something to tell little children.]
  • Children left unattended will be given an espresso and a new puppy. [something to tell parents.]
  • Chaos, panic, and disorder. My work here is done. [and...scene!]

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