These past few days have been crazy for me, as I'm sure they've been for everyone. I've been crocheting like mad, on my BodArch project (i just invented a new term!) and on my Regan project. The overall scheme for both of them is that I am a collection of historical personae, like a Minoan snake dancer and Queen Elizabeth the First and Frida Kahlo. But when I was creating my mind map I only thought about female personae, and it didn't really cross my mind that I might have been male in a past life (except for Michelangelo, who made it onto my list). So the structure I decided to create to house my collections is a structural skirt garment called a crinoline (or farthingale or hoop skirt, depending). I'm crocheting it. So far it's taken about 20 hours and I'm about halfway done. I'm loving it though. I love to just put it on and stand and move my hips a little - the whole thing swishes and bounces like a slinky. It's pretty great. Other people also like to put it on, especially Alison and Allegra. But I'm definitely gaining a new appreciation for how much life must have sucked if you had to wear one of these things around all the time - it gets caught on things, especially doorknobs, and it's nearly impossible to fit through a doorway without bending the hoops. I would post pictures but my camera cable is at home... and I did something to my ankle running down the stairs in the dark so walking isn't the nicest thing right now. ALWAYS TURN THE LIGHTS ON BEFORE YOU RUN DOWN THE STAIRS.
lesson learned.
Good luck everyone!
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