Sunday, March 19, 2006

Saturday Night Date

Saturday night I had a date, with me that is, and 17 bottles of dye and 51 yards of white fabric. It was intense! A great artist’s date. It was the first time I dyed fabric in my new house and the first time I’ve ever dyed inside a house. Before I bought this house I always dyed outside on the back porch of my apartment. If I dyed at night I had to get out this big utility light and extension cord and then had to endure the bugs or the cold. Sometimes I would put on my long underwear, fleece hat, and glove liners under my rubber gloves and dye until I was too cold. Sometimes I would last up to an hour, depending on the weather, but it wasn’t near as much fun as my new basement. I love it! I can drip everywhere and no one cares!

My dye studio


Since it was sunny outside today and sorta warm (40-ish degrees) I went out to mix the dye. I know the neighbors thought I was crazy. I was sitting in the grass with two large buckets, lots of squirt bottles, little containers, measuring spoons and an industrial strength mask. They just stared and didn't say anything and it's hard to strike up a conversation when you are breathing through filters. Just wait until this summer when I have yards of fabric spread all over the backyard!

Once I got started with the dyeing I decided to do 50 yards, but after 38 yards I had to scrounge around the house for more buckets or containers to put the fabric in. I transferred the yogurt into a Tupperware, emptied two trashcans, and retired a couple Tupperwares I didn’t like anyway. Finally, at 11:30pm I got to 50 or 51 yards; I threw in an extra yard in case my counting was off. Here are some photos. Now tomorrow I get to do a lot of laundry and then a lot of ironing. It’ll be worth it! 50 yards of beautiful fabric! Oh, I can’t wait!




Dyeing Table



Rainbow gradations



The streaky, twist method


More buckets, each with two yards of fabric

Spouse Beater

Last Thursday, an hour after my last post, my brother called me at work after getting two emails about his wife beater shirt and he said, “Amy, what did you do?” How quickly he assumes it’s me! I innocently said, “Greg, what’s the matter? What are you talking about?” while trying to stifle my laughter. I told him to look at my blog. He thought the whole thing was funny and his partner fell off his chair laughing when he heard what I did and then said that Greg and I were cut from the same cloth. See, a few months ago there was this email that went around from this lady who was appalled that the US Postal Service would print a stamp depicting an Islamic holiday; since all Muslims are terrorists and all (very heavy sarcasm here). So, my brother decided to email everyone he knew and have them send her a postcard with the stamp and a nice note or smiley face (who knows why her mailing address was on the email). Of course, I thought this was great and sent off several. So, see we think a bit alike. Although, in the case of our views about how language affects people we see things differently.

By the end of the day on Thursday Greg wasn’t laughing as much anymore since he had been inundated with emails (nice job everyone!). For some reason he felt compelled to answer them all and he signed them “give my love to Amy” which I, and my office mates, found hilarious. Being a stubborn soul he emailed me and said he was definitely not changing the name of his shirt now. Although on his website it is now called “spouse beater” instead of “wife beater” so we can have equal opportunity abuse. Wouldn’t want to favor the wives now would we?

Fortunately, my bro and I have a good enough relationship that we can tease and even be mad at each other and it’s all still good. I feel very fortunate about that. However, this has really made me think about how even though we grew up in the same house we had very different experiences that have probably shaped how we view things. For one, we went to very different colleges (Me – medium-sized, diverse public school in NC, Greg – small, private, yuppie college in FL). I’ve also lived all over the country and probably grown more aware of racism, sexism, and other oppressions than he has and I’ve tried to educate myself and read about it and talk about it with people. I’ve even facilitated groups on social justice issues. There is just a lot of crap out there and I feel like the people in the best position to make a difference are those in the majority (i.e. white, male, heterosexual). I don’t want to get on a soap box because there is so much more I could do to make this world better.

Another thing about Greg and I is that even though we are only four years apart we are in different generations. He is in The Millennials and I am a Gen Xer, which means that different events shaped our lives when we were growing up. I won’t bore you with all the details of our lives growing up, but I think that our experiences have shaped our perceptions of life and that’s partly why he doesn’t get the “wife beater” complaint. Hopefully one of his buyers will complain about it and that will carry a lot more weight than me, his lowly sister. Until then - there are worse problems to worry about.

That’s all for now. Adios!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

wife beater

My brother is a super talented, intelligent, courageous man who has his own business selling beautiful high-end men's clothing. He recently released his Fall line and posted it to his website. Being his proud older sister I checked out the new line beaming with delight at the great designs until I got to the shirt titled Black "wife beater" shirt. What! Wife beater! Of course I knew immediately why he named it that because it has white stitching simulating an outline of a man's ribbed undershirt which has been dubbed the terrible name of a "wife beater" shirt.




Photo of model wearing Black "wife beater" shirt

I sent my bro, Greg, an email kindly suggesting that he change the name of the shirt to something less offensive. He responded to me saying that since that is what those undershirts are called and everyone will be calling the shirt that anyway he just named it that, but that the name doesn't matter anyway. Well I disagree. Personally, I think language is huge.

Meanwhile, unbeknowst to me, my sister sent Greg an email suggesting he change the name as well. His response was, "did Amy put you up to this?" That gave us both a chuckle, but sparked the idea that maybe I should put some people up to emailing him and calling him on his insensitivity to domestic violence langauge.

So, here's where I need your help...first, check out Greg's website at: http://www.godspeedthewelldressedman.com/Menu.htm click on Fall 06 and scroll through until you find the Black "wife beater" shirt so you'll see what I am talking about. Then, email Greg at: thewelldressedman@gmail.com and tell him he should change the name of this shirt and be more sensitive towards the serious issue of domestic violence. And, if you have additional, more appropriate suggestions that'll great.

Eventually he'll figure out that I started all this and then I'll just tease him and tell him he should have listened to me in the first place. In the meantime, my sister and I can enjoy our joke on our little brother. hee-hee.

p.s. I should add that my brother is not violent at all and certainly doesn't condone domestic violence, but he just doesn't yet see why this shirt name is inappropriate. Of course, part of it is male privilege, but that's for another post.

Photo of model wearing Black "Wife beater" shirt