Jananas

The cat is out of the bag. Jason & I are engaged. It wasn’t really a surprise. We’ve been together for three years and have spent lots of time over the last while talking about weddings and equally fun things like immigration. Jason had even vocalized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. (cue inner girl going Squeee!)

It was this weird in between space where we knew it was going to happen eventually, but I wasn’t able to be excited/start planning. Traditional gender roles would have us believe that as the woman I was supposed to just sit back and wait. And wait. And wait until someone else made a decision for me and for us. It was a position that made me feel powerless and weak and frustrated.

The only reason I felt that way though was because I’d allowed myself to discount a totally viable option. I bought into the limitations of traditional gender roles. I didn’t have to wait because I had the power to ask too.

So yes, I asked Jason to marry me. We were tucked into bed talking one evening and I just had to. The question was sitting in my mouth, taking up space and weighing me down. I knew that if I didn’t ask, I’d focus on it and drive myself crazy. So I asked and he said yes.

And because I’m me, I then asked if I could wear a ring that I adore. My father gave my mother this ring years and years ago. Its an opal surrounded by little diamonds. Its the only ring that I’ve ever liked wearing (this doesn’t mean that I’ll always wear it though because I’m really not a jewelry sort of girl) and in my head its always been a left hand ring finger sort of ring.

Now, for ring pron.

I’d wanted my arm pits to be tattooed for a while (as in years). I think that they are a strange combination between stealth and highly visible/unusual. Really, I wanted to be able to say that my armpits smell like roses. Except that I dislike the way tattooed roses look, so I went with daffodils instead.

We did the first one about a month ago. It healed up really well when you consider how much movement there is in the area and the fact that the two sides of fresh tattoo rubbed against one another when my arm was down. There are some minor touch ups and I’d like to add some more yellow to it, but I was so stoked.

Having it done sucked. The first two hours weren’t bad and the third hour was almost unbearable. I convinced myself that I could sit through 2 more minutes, just 2 more minutes for an entire hour. But it was done and now I could relax. Ha! Healing it was pretty brutal as well. I was so wiped out that I slept for 13 hours the next evening. Moving my arm, dressing, stretching all made it sore. And given that I’m right handed and this was my right armpit it meant that just about everything made it sore. Luckily I heal pretty fast, so the small layer of scab was off in 5 days. Then it was just waiting for the scar tissue to open up so that I could stretch fully again.

Last night I went back to get my second one done. I was pretty nervous because I knew what I was in for. Thankfully Jason came with me to hold my hand and provide moral support.

My artist also used new machines this time. They are neumas. They are super quiet, so I wasn’t fighting the stress of the sound of the machine as well as the pain of being tattooed.

I like this picture, because normally you don’t see people look quite so happy and full of smiles when they are getting their armpits tattooed. Yup, this is about how a I roll.

This is the final piece. The glare is from the last layer of ointment prior to being bandaged up. Its also still fairly red/pink because of irritation. We’ll grab photos of the healed piece in a few weeks for you so you can see the final result.

I can now proudly rock floral armpit tattoos. Its nice to have both done so that I feel balanced again. I really like these pieces. And I really like that most people don’t realize that I have them. Its like my own little joke that the world isn’t in on.

On one of our winter cottage trips, Nancy (the lovely owner of Log Cabin Yarns) gave me a bag of raw, unprocessed fleece from a sheep named Lucy. I skirted the fleece to get rid of the really icky parts, washed and rinsed and washed and rinsed and washed some more to get it clean(er), and then laid it out to dry. I then packed it away in 2 ziploc bags to store it because it needed to be carded.

Yesterday I tackled the first bag of Lucy’s now clean fleece. I ended up with 9 batts of fiber! Here’s a photo to give some perspective on the size of the ziploc bag versus the amount of space the batts take up. The floor looks dirty because most of the last of the vegetable matter came out when I was carding it (eep).

I don’t have a project in mind yet for this fiber. I have to finish carding the second bag and then spin it all up. However, it will be enough to make a bigger project.

Its been pretty exciting to take a raw fleece and turn it into something spinnable. It’ll be even more exciting to see it turn into yarn and then into a knitted object.

I turn 29 at the end of the month. Rather than gifts or a night of drunken debauchery, I’ve decided that I’d like to raise money for charity. Specifically, I’d like to raise enough money so that the Soi Dog Foundation * in Phuket, Thailand can spay/neuter one dog for every year I’ve been alive.

At $20 a dog x 29 years**, that means that I need to raise $580 in order to reach my goal. That could mean 29 friends each donating $20 or 58 friends each donating $10. Every donation will help me get that much closer to my goal, so please drop $5 into the hat if that’s all you can spare.

Donate here (the Soi Dog website & PayPal info). Feel free to pass the message along, any help is greatly appreciated.

I’m doing this old school. I can only track my total if you let me know what you donated. So please comment, or send me an email to jana at jananas dot com, or a twitter message, or hit me up on facebook, or something. Individual donation amounts will not be published here unless you give me the okay to publish the info.

RAISED SO FAR: $670, 115% of total // GOAL: $580 raised for Soi Dog by July 28th

We adopted our dog Gucci from Soi Dog in December 2009. I also donate $20 a month to Sponsor Joy, one of the many dogs currently being cared for by Soi Dog.

* Soi Dog is an amazing organization. They started in 2002 and have spayed/neutered more than 28,000 animals since then. They purchased land where they built a permanent shelter (they house upwards of 200 adoptable dogs and more than 50 dogs that need permanent care). Gill, one of the founders, was voted Asian of the Year as a result of her hard work and dedication (so dedicated that she lost her legs as a result of an infection she contracted while rescuing a dog). Soi Dog’s relentless efforts have directly contributed to Phuket Island being declared the first Rabies free province in Thailand.

Basically, this rescue group is about as awesome and awe-inspiring as you can get. They have achieved a huge amount and made a real difference in reducing the suffering of local dog and cat populations. The amount of neglect and abuse suffered by these animals before Soi Dog stepped in to help is difficult to even comprehend – this is a great explanation of why they do it although I’ll warn you that the photos are graphic.

** The actual math is that if you donate $1 a day for a year you can help spay/neuter 24 animals. That works out to $15.21 to spay/neuter an animal. I’ve rounded up to $20 to cover PayPal fees, etc.

The title pretty much sums it up. We had a really awesome weekend up at the cottage. Gucci went on his first canoe ride, his first barge ride, and his first swim(s). He wasn’t sure about the boat rides and he definitely wasn’t a fan of swimming. He did however love running through the woods. He easily spent hours off rustling around in the undergrowth, digging holes, sniffing things, and following my parents dogs around.

We had a busy weekend. We took my parents’ new canoe out for its first spin. We stopped at garage sales and picked up some awesome books on spinning, dyeing, and weaving. Jason was nice enough to stop by the Black Lamb so that I could buy fiber, which I promptly dyed as soon as we got to the cottage. We saw family and read books and swam. I can’t wait to go back.