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What we talk about when we talk about pockets
Oh my gosh, seriously, this is why I buy men's clothes. A lot.
Originally posted by swan_tower at What we talk about when we talk about pockets
Originally posted by kylecassidy at What we talk about when we talk about pockets
This post is about pockets, feminism, design, autonomy and common sense. Please feel free to repost or link to it if you know people who'd benefit ( Read more... ) -
Baustrom.
So in my dream I am driving down the interstate (71) to a meeting somewhere. I leave in plenty of time, and while driving, think of other things, like my current book-in-progress, my weaving, the sunlight, the cornfields (71 is cornfields on both sides for a long while; I always liked to drive that road when the sunbeams would fall on the far- ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name Parts 7 & 8 and THE END
7.
Her role was still small. For safety's sake, it was decided that Abby wouldn't go home that night, and Madame Mim graciously offered her a room after a moment's conversation with Toby.
By the time Abby walked back to her booth, it was late afternoon. Grey greeted her with a stack of money and she greeted Toby with a kiss. They had not worn their ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name Part 6
"Are there any real wizards here?" Abby had asked before leaving Madame Mim's teashop and returning to her booth with the note tucked securely in her pocket.
"They tend to gravitate towards these things," Colin said. "Usually they're the ones who look like they belong in their persona--in the true sense of the word."
"And they wouldn't be willing ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name Part 5
"A duel," Abby repeated, and then said it again, since he was lying in bed, unable to sit up, presumably half-dead from the attack the night before. "A duel."
"I'll be fine by tomorrow morning," Colin said.
"The Faire's only open on weekends," Abby reminded him.
"But this is a holiday weekend," Matt said. "So we're open tomorrow, too."
Abby had ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name Part 4
The campground was, of course, deserted. The campfires cold; the RVs locked up for the day, and the tents zippered shut. Abby saw no one and heard nothing amiss except for a dog's frenzied yapping somewhere amid the small group of vintage pop-up trailers.
The jester was not in evidence, but as she moved down the gravel path, she heard a snatch of ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name Part 3
Part 3
She went home. She wasn't sure what else she could do. But all through the night and into the early morning she tossed and turned, seeing Colin's face and all the blood; watching the two pirates run across the parking lot to where he lay.
When she pulled into the lot the next morning, she half-expected to see it cordoned off with police tape. ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name Part 2
She sold two more bead spindles ("Hair sticks!") before the fanfare signaled the end of the day. At one point, she had a crowd of three people watching her spin, but not a single one of them purchased anything. While watching the buskers, she wondered if it would help if she put her hat out and sprinkled some coins in it. Maybe that way she'd make ( Read more... ) -
By Any Other Name
By Any Other Name, Part 1
"It's called a phang," Abby said for the twentieth time in an hour. "A supported spindle."
"For what?" the barbarian asked. Or maybe he was supposed to be a Viking; she wasn't quite sure. Vikings weren't exactly welcome in Medieval England--neither were barbarians, for that matter. But the Renaissance Festival had changed a ( Read more... )
