March 13th, 2016


A new ambition

I know that people have expressed an interest in our response to that blog post about confessions of a translator or whatever it was, and I'm still planning to write up a post of our own about it! But since we're very passionate about our work, thinking too hard about it could get us really worked up, and that's not so good for Sunday. So I'm planning on trying to get that posted sometime during the week, but of course it all depends on how work goes.

In the meantime, we have much happier ambitions. I use the word "ambitions" because it reminds me of when we were in elementary school, and we would come up with all these elaborate schemes for things that we wanted to make, like plush toys of the Warner Brothers and Warner Sister from Animaniacs. Athena tells me that she drew (in her head) a schematic of how to make a Wheel of Morality. She says she's like 93% sure it would not have worked. But the point is, when we would tell our parents and teachers about these things we'd want to do, they'd say, " sure are ambitious, there, aren't you?" And we would take it as a compliment and go on our merry way. We had a lot more fun imagining what we would make and what we would do with it once it was made than actually making the things, as proven when we finally started actually making costumes in middle school.

Longtime readers may be thinking, "And this has, exactly?" as they remember that we have a concertina lying around gathering dust... *sadly turns thoughts to the lonely concertina* *reminds self that now is as good a time as any to practice* *says to self, "But then what would Athena do?"* *listens to Athena's response, "Read Hans Christian Andersen"* *thinks, "That's not a bad idea..."* *makes a mental note to consider that after dinner* *remembers that she started reading Hamlet last night and is kind of interested in getting back to it* *makes a mental note that we have multiple after-dinner options*

Anyway, the point is, it hasn't changed. We are still constantly coming up with ambitious schemes that will ultimately serve no purpose but our own amusement and/or self-improvement. The latest one is actually an extension of one I thought of earlier, which I may have mentioned on LJ before, to grow flax and make our own linen. That's still not really on the table, mostly due to lack of our own land to use for retting, but now we have a better idea that doesn't involve digging around in the dirt. What's that idea, you ask?

Weaving! Really, we should have thought of it sooner, because Athena is the Greek goddess of weaving, and we sort of did, but never far enough to say, "You know, I bet we could buy a loom on Amazon." So we checked Amazon, and sure enough, they have looms. We would have already bought one yesterday, but we couldn't decide what width we wanted to get, because it makes sense to start on a smaller one, but the ultimate goal is to make our own fabric for costumes, and fifteen inches would be tricky.

But anyway, we told Mom about our scheme this morning, and she said well if you're going to do that, first you need to get a drop spindle so you can make your own thread. And I said well in that case we should invest in a sheep (I think you can pay a farmer to take care of a sheep for you and send you the wool, but maybe you can't? this part isn't important anyway (not yet, at least)), and she said no, you can just by the pre-carded wool...which she admitted is more expensive than just buying yarn. Nevertheless, she made an excellent point, because I can spin thread while Athena weaves, and then we can be like the goddesses of fate! I said, "We'd just need someone to cut it!" and Mom said, "Well, I can do that."

Then we started getting even more ambitious, because we're like, "You know, Gaston has shown an interest in horticulture. Maybe we can get him to farm flax and cotton for us! And wool! ...Probably not wool because he doesn't like animals...but his dad has a ranch!" It may not be like a ranch ranch, just land with a yard big enough that they have barn owls to control the rodent population. But the point is, we'd have a supplier for fibers. And then we could make the fabric, and Alice loves sewing so she could make the costumes, and we'd have a super awesome completely-from-the-scratchiest-scratch-you-could-ever-imagine cosplay. Tadah!

...Well, we'll probably buy the loom anyway.

Today I'm thankful for the fun of daydreaming, daydreams of beautiful completely homemade costumes (I already noticed the fabric dye they sell at the grocery store...although I guess if we want them to be completely homemade, we'll have to come up with our own dye, which would limit the color selection significantly...unless we get a chemist friend...), more neighbors appreciating our beautiful kitty (a couple of people walked by this morning as Page was surveying her territory and we heard one of them say, "Whoa, look at that cat!"), Daylight Saving Time (there; I said it (although in all honesty, I do prefer it to only be six months long, much as I love it)), and the ease of buying looms these days.