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Operation date: 20th. It's confirmed. I'll be going in on the evening of the 19th, so basically once I'm done at BLYG I'm not even going home, we're just making sure we have all my hospital things with us that day and taking a cab there or something. It's good to have something to do through the day; hopefully it'll give me something to focus on other than being freaked out (seriously, hospital stays manage to combine a shocking number of my phobias and neuroses into one package of joy). Whether I come out on the evening of the 20th or on the 21st depends on how they think I'm doing.

ANYWAY. I have a plan for this summer, which is basically: do craft stuff! Make things! Especially make clothes, since we have no money to buy good things but can probably modify a lot of the boring stuff we have!

I've already posted the results of my jeans-patching experiment, but I've also been up to some other stuff.

1. Shoes for [personal profile] valborg. Well, decorating them. We found a pair of very plain white canvas shoes in a box somewhere (or something), which fit Valborg fine but were incredibly boring. Also, I raided the Red Cross's shop for huge numbers of buttons a few weeks ago without any particular plan as to what I was going to use them for.

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2. A t-shirt for Valborg. It was actually going to be a birthday present, but there's been a lot of terrible going on lately and there was this week when she seemed like she really needed cheering up, so she has it already.

It's a pride t-shirt!

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So that's what I've been up to lately. :) I've been having fun, anyway!
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- I still don't have an operation date and am kind of stressed about this. I mean. I just want to know already. There's a good chance it'll get in the way of going to BLYG because they only have one day after that weekend when they do operations. (I have asked them to fit me in there if they possibly can. They'll get back to me.) I would love to have this sorted out so that I can plan accordingly. And maybe some time when I'm not going round and round in circles about this I might manage to post something substantial again.

- We're going away for the weekend with family. There will be five of us in the car. And we're taking my wheelchair. And bedding. And food. I have no idea how this is going to work; maybe we should just strap J to the roof. (...or not.)

- Valborg's mum gave me a book! It's from these people (site in Swedish), with tips for murdering old unwanted clothes and turning them into new things. She just found it somewhere I think. It's pretty fabulous. No idea how much I'll actually use it but I'm pretty sure there are some good ideas and inpiration in there. And some really cool pictures! (I've been over there doing bits of sewing - my jeans and a t-shirt for Valborg and tiny pride flags because there is always a need for tiny pride flags - almost entirely from scrap fabric and old clothes that I'm re-using, so I am now designated as Interested In This Sort Of Thing. This is the kind of thing Valborg's parents latch onto, I think.

- Not unrelatedly, favourite queer/genderqueer symbols? I mean obviously I know a bunch but there are a million variations on all of them. (Yeah, I am sewing myself something ridiculous and then wearing it for pride week. And just whenever I want, basically.)

- Did I mention that I'm really obsessive when I get started with things? I'm still taking too many photos, but keep running out of space to store them and having to find new storage places.
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A quick & messy scan & translation job (full of improvisation), all done with a cat glued to my side! I've been away from home for a few days, staying with Val's parents, and the cat is making sure that I won't vanish again in the only way he knows how: lying on me and purring in the hope that I will become stuck to the bed with cat-drool and unable to get away.

Anyway, presenting...

Creativity )
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I mean, he's eleven. For one thing, he's a good if eccentric artist, and for another, what the hell, eleven year olds are alowed to draw however the hell they want. So is everyone else, for that matter.

Here's the thing: for years I've only drawn anything very occasionally because I've never thought I was very good at it. And I'm probably not. I tend to stall a lot at writing for the same reason, though I can write pretty well - but I am, you know, not a genius, so do I really have the right? Liv Strömqvist has done a comic about this phenomenon, and I'll scan and translate it some time soon, I think.

Her point is basically: fuck that. Do you like doing it? OK! Do it! Unapologetically!

And maybe that's how you get good at it, and maybe you will never be good at it, but if you do it with confidence because you enjoy it then who cares.

This really should be obvious but it's something I've had a lot of trouble with. It's something most of us have trouble with.

Excuse me. I have a malformed crocodile or something to draw.


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