A few weeks ago, I went to Kate Durbin’s reading for her new book, “E!”. I had an idea of what to expect, but there was a surprise I hadn’t anticipated.
Kate read with Melissa Broder. I went in cold– I didn’t read up on her work purposely. I sat there quietly, taking her prose in, surprised by the viscosity of her words. Eventually, I couldn’t take it, and I started taking notes, jotting down the stanzas she created that jumped out at me.
The next morning, this one kept roaring through my head:
I’m putting this on my mirror, so I’m confronted with it every day.
Last year, I was asked to do something super special for my best friend– create her wedding invitations!
I love weddings. LOVE them. I was never a gal who planned her own wedding, but when I decided it was time for me to tie the knot, my husband and I definitely did things our way (you can witness that here). I’m all about creating your own traditions, and that’s especially exciting when it comes to being with another person. I think weddings are a great opportunity to exercise exactly who you are, in every way.
I had such a blast creating and putting together Kim’s invitations…how could I resist putting together a package so that you can commission your own?
You’ll get a consultation where we’ll go over exactly what your vision is–do you like certain colors? Do you want unicorns dancing a top you and your love’s head? Is there a strong strawberry theme? After that, a 7 x 9 inch watercolor and ink portrait of the two of you, a lettered invite with details, and a return card will be sent to you digitally and via mail.
You’ll be able to reproduce the originals and send them out as utilitarian keepsakes for all of your guests. So cute! And such an easy way to set the tone for your impending big day.
I’m offering the “Let’s Get Together!” package over at my webstore, www.aladysweetshoppe.com. And don’t think I’m wedding exclusive– this package works like a dream for any special occasion or chance to celebrate. 35th birthday? 100th Crafternoon Session? Quinceañera? I’ve got your back– and your invites– right here.
When this word appeared in my life two weeks ago, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
A quaintrelle is the female equivilent of a dandy.
I want that word on me, always. So I painted it.
Two nights ago, I hopped on Skype with Debonee Morgan.
Debonee is kind of amazing. I met her a few years ago, but only recently have had the pleasure of getting to know her better. She’s smart and lovely, and I adore her brain.
Debonee is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist and she also hosts her own podcast called “Innersexions”. Dynamo, much? My heart soared when she asked me to appear as one of her guests. This was an emotional podcast for me, as it centered around my newest zine, “Don’t Hide Behind Your Skirt”. Debonee knows how to ask the right questions– the ones that evoke honest answers.
We also talked a lot about feminism, being a teenager, and figuring out what art means and what my purpose is. It’s deep, but it’s not too heady, I promise!
This was easily one of my favorite interviews. I hope you’ll give it a listen here, and then tell me what you think.
Debonee and I in our natural state: ecstatic bliss!
Don’t Hide Behind Your Skirt is pretty special to me. It details experiences that I haven’t really been able to share with people before– but now, it feels right to share.
I just listed the Special Edition of Don’t Hide Behind Your Skirt here. There are 50 of these packages, and they include hand dyed paper, a bookmark, and gold thread. I’ve also signed and numbered each one.
I’ll also set aside a few for the night of the DHBYS Reading at Pop Hop (next Wednesday, if you can believe it!), so you can come out, say hi, and walk home with a Special Edition. That sounds pretty great to me.
I made a zine about my father, growing stronger, and my quest for a girl gang. If you’ve ever dealt with abuse and the fallout of the experience, I wrote this for you.
I wanted this zine to be about gangs; the gangs my brothers were part of, the gang I wanted for myself. In the end, it wasn’t just about that.
I hope that it helps you.
DHBYS is being published by FAIR DIG Press as it’s first release. We’re having a little party at Pop-Hop in Highland Park to celebrate, and I’d love it if you came. I’m nervous about reading in front of people, but 2o14 is all about trying new things. This is new. It’s scary. So it must be done.
Please come and say hi to Brodie (he runs FAIR DIG) and myself. We will both be so happy to see you!
P.S. I’ll also be at LA Zine Fest on February 16th, tabling with Kim Burly. We’ve got lots planned for that day. xo
I am about to tell you something, and I need you to do your best to do what I say.
Go right this minute to go see Kathleen Hanna’s biopic, “The Punk Singer”.
I’m glad to live in LA, where Cinefamily has a print and is playing (in LA? NO EXCUSES. GO. NOW! I’m making this post on a Saturday night, which I never ever do, because I want you to go and take advantage of the Sunday showings). I looked, and it’s playing in plenty of other metro areas. Roll out, my friends.
I’m not a movie reviewer, so that’s not what the rest of this post is gonna be about. I’m not a critic, really. All I know is that this documentary brought up so many things for me– basically I was five minutes in and choking back tears, and not because of some sob story in the storyline. Kathleen Hanna just gets it, and it just makes you wanna do better and work harder and love stronger.
I’ve been thinking about how I want to write this, since walking out of the theatre. I tried talking about it with Ben on the way home, and ended up crying as I tried to get out, “I just remember being young, and learning about Riot Grrrl, and not feeling alone anymore.”
And I think that’s the power of Kathleen Hanna. She let you know that you weren’t alone, and that you had a friend, and you didn’t have to take it anymore. She’s smart and articulate and funny. She’s empathetic and a doer. She’s a real fucking heroine.
There were two positive events that set me on the path that I am on now. The first was learning about Riot Grrrl with my best friend, Crystal. We were 12, the perfect age to realize that things sucked, and they’d been sucking for a long time. Things changed. The way we communicated changed. The way we wrote changed. The way we dressed changed. We dreamed of starting our own bands. We started making our own clothes. We started being ok with being the “weird girls” because we were filled with purpose and an understanding toward a greater good. You wanna make fun of us? You wanna kick us around? How about fuck you. We had plans.
The second was in college in Fresno. I was finally in a band and I really loved my bandmates. I did not love being in a band. And I wanted to make art. It was a shitty moment where I felt like I was abandoning my amazing friends– trust me, they got better once I wasn’t playing with them– and having to go out into the great unknown, all alone.
A few things followed me through these spaced out, definitive events.
1.)Feminism. I was lucky to learn about it in seventh grade! I was lucky that Riot Grrrl was a thing, and was tenticling all the way out to our little town. I learned to think critically. I learned that there were things that were expected of me. I learned that I had power and a voice and that I can use these to educate and change my world.
It still makes me really bummed when I hear people I love say they aren’t feminists, because really, they are, and they’re scared of the word.
2.) Kathleen Hanna. Kathleen Hanna. Kathleen Hanna. I know, it’s so obvious to anyone who was involved in 3rd wave feminism! But everything comes back to her, and it hit me last night while I was watching the movie. I feel so connected to other women, and really it’s because of Kathleen’s own work; her own ability to connect the dots and articulate them.
3.) Zines. True. Fucking. Freedom.
I am still very much that angry 12 year old, in some ways. As much as I try to infuse everything I do with love, sometimes the only thing I have left to give is frustration. I think sometimes I’m grateful for it. I think. It propels me just as much.
Please go see this movie. Take your friend who won’t admit she’s a feminist. Take your mom or your teenage sister. Take your best friend and hold hands and just feel so happy that you get to live in this world and make change happen. And then go home and make something.
That’s what I’m doing.
That’s all I can do.