3 posts tagged “15 seconds of internet fame”
I'm flipping through an old (Summer 2006) issue of knit.1, and I see this. (It's easier to see in the original, but work with me here.)
That's my womb!
So I read the article, and sure enough:
Knitting "with a twist" was on display in January at the Assemble Gallery in Cleveland, where Shannon Okey, author of the Knitgrrl series and several forthcoming fiber arts books, curated a show featuring alternative textile artists....
In the Alt Fiber show, dozens of
MK Carroll's knitted Womb patterns, first published on knitty.com, were
displayed loose on pedestals. Originally knit by members of the Wombs
on Washington project to be placed on the steps of the Supreme Court as
a statement about choice, the "wombs" invited viewer involvement.
etc.
I did make my womb, in screaming-bright blaze orange with a handmade "button", for Wombs on Washington, ages ago. I always wondered what ever happened to it. Now I know. Well, kinda... I mean, that was over a year ago, and I don't know the final resting place of the exhibit. But still.
It's not even the first time I've been in a magazine, but it's still kinda neat. :)
Hey, did you know I rock?
I - or my knitted shoes, at least - made the Craftzine.com blog!
No, it really doesn't take much to make my day, haha.
(Although, admittedly, I'm already on a high because it's 60 degrees here, and I just got done eating my lunch outside, on the deck, in the sun, in a t-shirt. Dude, that's enough to make anybody's day, when you're coming off of 52 hours straight of rain and sleet.)
Now I'm wishing I hadn't used such a grungy damn pair of flipflops for those things, but I had no idea that people would like them so much.
Should I point out that they spelled my name wrong?
For the record, I am 195 and 5'2". I am fat.
Like Joy, my quality of life has not suffered because I'm fat. I've been married twice (and the divorces had nothing to do with my fatness). I've had boyfriends and lovers like whoa - a few times, several at a time, men fighting for my attention like I was Angelina Jolie or something. I've had decent jobs. I've had - and still have - some of the best friends a girl could want, and who have always involved me in their major life events (like weddings), regardless of my size. I go hiking, and camping, and scramble all over the place in hard-to-get-to places to take pictures of nature's beauty. I've traveled. In fact, my size hasn't stopped me from doing anything that I've wanted to do. I could go on and on, but the point is this: how much of this happened when I was thin?
None of it.
More and more, I'm finding myself not just accepting my size, but liking it. I take up space. (And indeed, a thin friend, some time ago, said that she wished she took up more space, making a bigger impression on the world around her.) I'm a big, colorful presence, and you. will. notice. me. Do I think I'm perfect? Not quite there yet, but I'm working on it. That's honest. So is this: not everyone who's fat is trying desperately to get thin!
Furthermore, I find it extremely insulting when people talk smack about a woman who's fat, in my presence, and then backpedal when I call them on it, saying, "Well, you're not fat!" I'm not fat? Are you blind? Do you really think I'm that stupid? What kind of idiot are you?
A lot of us, us fat women, don't point that out because we're fishing for compliments.
We point it out because we want you to think about what you're saying, and stop being such a goddamn jerk.
Fat doesn't equal lazy, or stupid, or unlovable, or white trash, or whatever. It's an adjective. All it means is that I don't fit into some people's narrow little minds.
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