Friends, compatriots, fellow-lamenters, We are writing to you

Friends, compatriots, fellow-lamenters,

We are writing to you because of the fury and dread we have felt since the announcement of Sarah Palin as the Vice-Presidential candidate for the Republican Party. We believe that this terrible decision has surpassed mere partisanship, and that it is a dangerous farce—on the part of a rudderless Presidential candidate—that has a real possibility of becoming fact.

Perhaps like us, as American women, you share the fear of what Ms. Palin and her professed beliefs and proven record could lead to for ourselves and for our present or future daughters. To date, she is against sex education, birth control, the pro-choice platform, environmental protection, alternative energy development, freedom of speech (as mayor she wanted to ban books and attempted to fire the librarian who stood against her), gun control, the separation of church and state, and polar bears. To say nothing of her complete lack of real preparation to become the
second-most-powerful person on the planet.

We want to clarify that we are not against Sarah Palin as a woman, a mother, or, for that matter, a parent of a pregnant teenager, but solely as a rash, incompetent, and all together devastating choice for Vice President. Ms. Palin's political views are in every way a slap in the face to the accomplishments that our mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers so fiercely fought for, and that we've so demonstrably benefited from.

First and foremost, Ms. Palin does not represent us. She does not demonstrate or uphold our interests as American women. It is presumed that the inclusion of a woman on the Republican ticket could win over women voters. We want to disagree, publicly.

Therefore, we invite you to reply here < womensaynopalin@gmail.com > with a short, succinct message about why you, as a woman living in this country, do not support this candidate as second-in-command for our nation.

Please include your name (last initial is fine), age, and place of residence.

We will post your responses on a blog called "Women Against Sarah Palin," which we intend to publicize as widely as possible. Please send us your reply at your earliest convenience—the greater the volume of responses we receive, the stronger our message will be.

Thank you for your time and action.

VIVA!

Sincerely,

Quinn Latimer and Lyra Kilston
New York, NY
womensaynopalin@gmail.com

***PLEASE FORWARD WIDELY!* If you send this to 20 women in the next hour, you could be blessed with a country that takes your concerns seriously. Stranger things have happened.

I'm In Love...And I Don't Care Who Knows!

If you are a Vegetarian or animal rights activist...look away! Is there a sexier, more masculine, testosterone filled creature on this planet?

Do You Know What This Is?

Hint: It's knitted and inspired by "The Godfather"

Happy 4th of July!

With Nothing To Blog About...

Just a shout out to some friends!

Hi Knitless!



Hi Baby and girlfriend!



Hi Bobbie!



Hi Becky!



Hi Julie and Olivia!

Thank God for Maternity Jeans

Yes, I am still wearing maternity jeans. I cannot wear a normal waist band. For some reason, I wear a 12 dress size, but an obese size 24 waist. I am a hideous beast. In fact, here is a picture of a coffee mug that a friend gave me as a gift one year for my birthday, saying it resembled me in the morning. Should I be offended? Flattered? I think the nose is all wrong. But can any of us really see ourselves the way others see us? Clearly my friend sees a pretty picture. Speaking of another super egoboosting friend, Julie took me to BookBinder's Grill for my Birthday dinner tonight. My birthday was Sept. 7. Anywho, I've been feeling particularly ugly lately so I wore some sexy shoes to dinner...



And I started a new project...Eunny's Endpaper Mits...



Starting a new project really scratches that itch, if you know what I mean. I think I'm in such a funk partly because,
I'm Fat. My teeth are stained with red wine. Permanently. I have no clothes that fit. My feet hurt. And I came across some press for my Xbestfriend from highschool, Challen Cates, living in Hollywood, a producer and actress and awfully pretty.



I feel like a dork about that though, because she chose her life and I chose mine. I need to be thankful for everything I have, even the maternity jeans I'm wearing right now. When I'm holding my sleeping son in my arms, with a little black pug curled up at my side snoring away, and the man I love, rubbing my feet...what else is there?
I don't want anything else.
On a lighter note, thankfully, I don't have to work at TNNA in San Diego this year. Whew. What would I be doing right now? Eating my 8th course of dinner with 27 people until midnight tonight. Do miss the wine though, Jay knew himself some wine. And the conversation was pretty interesting. Oh Vey. Still glad I'm here and not there.

Pink Eye Sux

Self Confessed Noro Addict

I'm really loving this project I'm knitting right now. I'm alternating every 2 rows with 2 different colors of Noro's Silk Garden. 60 stitches, K1 P1 ribbing every row on a size 6 needle. It is such an elegant and sophisticated scarf, and I'm enjoying watching it grow and seeing how the colors express themselves.




The amazing thing about color selection is that it matters not, which 2 colors you choose. Any combination is stunning. Close your eyes and randomly pick colors. Breathtaking. Unisexed. Subtle and magnificent. Feast for the eyes.



I'm not going to stop knitting this until I can wrap it around my neck twice and it hits my knees. Thank you very much.

Getting Ready For Purl Jam

I'm sprucing up the patio with pretty annuals and such, in preparation for my in-laws and a private party. On Saturday night, Mr. Cocaine and I are serving cocktails and heavy hors d'oeuvres for my employees and the designers of the Jam, Cornelia T Hamilton, Jared Flood, and Annie Modesitt. It will be really fun for my staff to get to know these extraordinary talents. But there is so much time and so little to do! Oops, reverse that.

Holiday Knitting

Got Checked Under The Hood

Today was one of those particularly unpleasant days we women have to deal with...

a pap smear
a mammogram (which is always a blast when you have Fibrocystic Breast Disease)
a rectal exam (Hello there!)
and the Doctor telling me my thyroid glands seem swollen.
Great.

So, tomorrow I get blood work done, a glucose test and a thyroid test.

I hate getting old...but prefer it over the alternative.

The end is in sight...

Happy Father's Day!