Miscellaneous

Colored by Cate

by Cate on November 26, 2012 · 7 comments

in Babywearing,Budget,Miscellaneous

When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be an artist. Nevermind that even my stick figures are wonky, or that it took me years to grasp drawing voluptuous hearts. I wanted to be an artist, so an artist I would be. I clung to that dream even though I’ve drawn only one objectively good picture in my entire life, of a little bench that lived under the dogwood in our front yard. I remember sitting on the sloping grass and perfecting the iron scrollwork. One year my mother gave me a set of oil pastels in a hinged wooden case, with a pad of quality paper, and I loved them beyond reason. But as the years passed, I steered my energy toward writing and cringed whenever a class assignment involved “decorating” anything.

Despite my failure at creating shapes on paper, I’ve always had an eye for color and detail. In high school, my bedroom was soft pink with glossy black trim, and I decorated it with dark wood furniture and black and white toile. When I stand in front of the paint displays at Home Depot, my eyes get big and glassy and I start frantically grabbing at paint swatches to drool over and use as bookmarks.

I’m also a textile geek, even though I don’t weave, quilt, or do anything other than stitch up wounded stuffed animals and make the occasional rag rug. When I started wearing my children in woven wraps, I got very obsessed very fast. Over 50 different wraps have passed through my house at this point, and the Woven Wraps Database autocompletes when I type “www” into my browser. I’ve had many a wrap that I loved everything about except for the color. I’m particular about colors. I want just the right shade. I considered dyeing those wraps, but I was afraid I’d create a splotchy, ugly mess, and I sold them instead.

But last July, I was searching for a wrap in the perfect shade of green and I couldn’t find it anywhere. My perfect wrap literally didn’t exist. I hemmed and hawed and I finally bought an inexpensive one with the thought that I wouldn’t lose much money if my first attempt at dyeing was a disaster. I ordered my supplies and nervously filled a large plastic bin with hot water, salt, and dye. The water was emerald green and I felt like a witch stirring her cauldron. I waited. I added soda ash. I stirred. I waited. I stirred. I waited. I rinsed.

And it looked incredible. A double-faced teal and silver wrap became forest green and shimmery just-a-touch-darker-than-lime. I was rather impressed with myself.

I dyed a few more. I began experimenting with dyes and dye blanks just for fun. I fell in love.

And I went out on a limb and started a dye business.

My first few weeks as a dye artist (my, that feels silly) passed with only some casual inquiries. I was beginning to think that if I wanted to build my portfolio, I’d need to buy a couple wraps, dye them, and re-sell them. As I was pondering this plan of action, I suddenly booked five jobs within a week. This afternoon I packed up and mailed the first two wraps, and I couldn’t be more pleased with my new venture. Something I love and can do from home for a little extra cash? Yes, please!

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Self-educated.

by Cate on October 9, 2012 · 20 comments

in Miscellaneous

As many of you know, I dropped out of college in my second semester.

I was raised to believe that I would go to college and get my diploma, no questions asked. That’s just what you did. And I loved college. I loved my classes and the long sidewalks and the shaded lawns and that smell of pencil shavings and linoleum. Even after Alex started following me home, his footprints gaining on mine in the snow, I loved school. It didn’t even occur to me that I could leave. In the evenings I huddled in bed wearing one of Jason’s shirts, a cup of herbal tea cooling on the table, my books open in front of me. Taking notes.

Eventually, Jason convinced me to drop my classes, my safety was more important than school and all that. And he was right, of course. I proceeded to email my professors with requests for further reading lists and sped through 13, 17, 20 books a month. I read and thought and read some more. A few years later, my old classmates graduated. I congratulated them and wanted to cry. I was convinced that I was stupid, truly beyond saving, because I didn’t and might never have that piece of paper. I looked at my husband and felt that I didn’t deserve him because he went to Washington University and I couldn’t even finish my freshman year at a state college.

When it comes to Alex, I’m nothing if not fond of revisionist history. I’m extraordinarily good at pretending he never existed. In my mind, I didn’t drop out of college because it gave my rapist access to me. I dropped out of college because…what? A big blank. Oh, because I’m so stupid! That’s it. Of course. How could I forget?

 

Time has passed.

I have had two children and read a few hundred books and taught myself to can. I’ve gone to therapy and learned the most efficient method of painting a room and written a good chunk of a novel. I am not stupid.

Every autumn I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. One of my favorite scenes is when Francie, who has not even been to high school, looks at her college application and writes “self-educated” in the blanks where schools should be.

I’ll take it.

 

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My Style Icon

by Cate on April 6, 2012 · 11 comments

in Miscellaneous,Simone

is my preschooler.

Sure, she’s braver with the pattern and color-mixing than I am, but she wears what she wants. Sometimes that’s head-to-toe pink. Sometimes that’s a brown heart-patterned shirt with a turquoise and burgundy paisley skirt, red leggings, a glittery burgundy hat, and blue shoes. And she’s exuberant about her choices.

Realistically, I have a very classic style. I favor solid (preferably jewel-toned) colors, hourglass silhouettes, and understated jewelry. I love scarves, tailored jeans, and ballet flats. Over the past few years, I’ve pared down my wardrobe and developed a “uniform” of sorts. I generally wear jeans or a solid-colored skirt, a brightly-colored tank or tee, and a cardigan or scarf to round out the outfit. I adore jewelry, but I usually keep my choices pretty simple. Same with makeup. I wear my hair in its natural curls almost every day. But still, I find myself perusing my collection of heels and wondering if I “can” wear shiny scarlet heels with a teal dress.

I shouldn’t do that. If it makes me happy, it works. Just ask my daughter.

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All the Answers

by Cate on March 23, 2012 · 7 comments

in Miscellaneous

“If you could only eat one thing for a week, what would it be?”

Lavender and/or rose ice cream from Fenocchio in Nice, France. This was an awesome little ice cream place we discovered on our honeymoon and they had over 90 different flavors of ice cream! The rose and lavender were just heavenly. That’s not something I get to eat everyday, so I would totally gorge myself on it given the chance.

“I’d like to know where you see yourself in 10 years–financially, emotionally, what you envision your lifestyle as, where you see yourself living, career, etc, and do you have any certain goals you’d like to hit along the way? Likewise, when you look back five years, are you now where you thought you’d be then?”

10 years feels like a long way away! Imagining Simone as a 13-year-old is practically incomprehensible to me. Honestly, in 10 years I imagine my life will be very similar to what it is now, but with more savings and hopefully less mommy guilt (something I indulge in way too frequently). I want to write more fiction and creative nonfiction over the next decade, and really put my writing out there for publication. It’s just a matter of buckling down and doing it. I’m also hoping that within the next few years we’ll be able to leave Louisville and move to New England.

As for looking back five years…in March of 2007 I was a senior in high school and making a big old mess of myself. I had no idea what kind of person I truly was, what kind of person I wanted to be, what I wanted out of my life, or who I wanted in my life. I definitely did not anticipate getting married or having kids(!) anytime soon. Meeting Jason cleared up so much for me.

“I’d like to hear more about your child-rearing philosophies – the first post on your blog I ever read was “Our Feminist Household” or something like that, which someone had linked to, and I was taken with your writing style immediately. Now that you have a boy and a girl, I’d like to hear how you plan to handle gender differences, both innate and assumed, that will pop up.”

Mostly, I just don’t plan to make a big deal out of gender differences. I want to see my children for who they are, not who the world thinks they should be. Right now Simone is going through a huge pink phase, and that’s fine. Pink is a fun color. I just try to let her know that she is allowed to like other colors, too. I tell her she’s beautiful all the time, but I also tell her she’s smart, funny, strong, and kind. Likewise, I don’t intend to be less affectionate with James or pressure him to suppress his emotions because he’s a boy. I figure we’ll take their differences in stride, no matter where they stem from.

“I have never tried a single Indian dish at all, and I tend to be a pretty picky eater. What dishes do you recommend and/or advice do you have for me if I want to check out my local Indian place?”

If the creamy sauces intimidate you, go with Tandoori Chicken. If you’re feeling brave, Chicken Tikka Masala is a pretty basic Indian dish, and it’s delicious–it was the first thing I ever tried. If you’re a vegetarian, I’d recommend something with paneer (a fabulous Indian cheese). And don’t forget that you can always ask to have dishes mild or hot, whatever your preference.

“Sometimes, articles I read that are written from a feminist perspective seem to poo-hoo the choice to stay home because the authors believe that we ought to be accomplishing more important things. What are your thoughts on this as a stay-at-home feminist?”

I think that’s just silly, at least from an “accomplishing more important things” perspective. I think there are plenty of important, valid pursuits outside the home, but I don’t think homemaking is inherently small-minded or anything like that. I think there’s a real danger to painting the home and traditionally feminine pursuits as “less than”…kind of how shopping and beauty and other “feminine” things are always characterized as frivolous but sports aren’t, you know? But I do understand that stay-at-home moms need to take care of themselves financially, and I think that’s a whole different point of view than the “staying home isn’t a valid choice” thing.

“As someone who worked (mostly part-time) while my daughter was growing up, but who didn’t get a degree and didn’t work in an field that brought in much money, I now worry about young women who might end up in the same boat I am: getting older, now single (I happen to be divorced, but it can happen through death as well) with not many money making prospects, a diminished retirement fund and a not huge Social Security. Retirement savings that were good for a couple are now split two ways. I know Jason is a total darling, but the world is strange. I thought my husband was the most honest and kind person I knew and yet, here I am. So, I guess this question is both a question and kind of a warning to take care of yourself, to have contingency skills and savings.”

My mom stayed home with my sister and me for about a decade, and when my parents divorced, she was in bad shape, even with a college degree and a history of being in the army. We were happy, but times were tight and it caused her an undue amount of stress. (She is now happily remarried). So I’ve thought a lot about this, though I don’t have all the answers. In the awful case of Jason’s death, he has plenty of life insurance, which would allow me to pay off our house and still have a fair bit left over. As for jobs (whether he died or we broke up), I’m less sure. I often think about my options and come up short, usually landing on returning to work as a nanny, or multiplying my freelance writing projects, etc. This is definitely an area I don’t have all figured out.

“Cate, I would love for you to share a list of your favorite blogs. Sometimes I feel as though I have searched the entire inter-webs for blogs that truly reflect who I am, but I inevitably come up short. I follow Frugal Girl, Soule Mama, Rebecca Woolf, and Katy Wolk-Stanley among others. Though there are components to all of their blogs that I really relate to, yours is by far my favorite. Frugality, literary pursuits, homemaking, cloth diapering, left leaning values, an absence of religion, no snark or judgement, failures acknowledged- that sort of thing! So who are some other like-minded bloggers who most closely match up to your values, family and economic situation, and blogging style?”

As far as blogs that are similar to mine in terms of content, Small Notebook is one of my very favorite blogs. I also love The Frugal Girl and The Non-Consumer Advocate, which you mentioned. American Dream Finder, written by my friend Catherine, is a great read and so is The Feminist Housewife. Honestly, I read a lot of blogs. A few random favorites are Wardrobe Oxygen, Annie’s Eats, Pigtail Pals, Short Stop, Young House Love, and iHeart Organizing. But I know I’m probably forgetting a bunch.

“I’d love to know know how your family/friends reacted to you getting married young (I’m not sure exactly how old you are, but I’m guessing around 19 give or take a year).  I know first hand that society doesn’t really react well to that these days.”

Thankfully, I didn’t face very many issues with this. I met Jason when I was 17, and while I definitely had my issues during high school, I was generally well-behaved, hardworking, and less ridiculous than many of my peers, so my parents didn’t have any doubts about my maturity. My mom and stepdad loved Jason from the moment they met him, and they were perfectly thrilled when we got engaged a couple days before my 18th birthday. My dad was more skeptical. I actually found this classic tidbit in an old email:

“As for the wedding, are either of you or both terminally ill? Just wondering why there is such a rush to get married. Do you know something – is global warming going to create the end of the world soon, thus necessitating a May wedding????? Seriously though, why the rush to get married?” [We ended up marrying in June]. But he came around after meeting Jason and realizing I wasn’t going to change my mind.

My friends were pretty cool with my engagement/marriage, though one close friend insisted I was too young to know my mind and was making a mistake. (Needless to say, we are no longer friends). People get married pretty young here, so I wasn’t too unusual. I got married at 18 and now many of my former classmates are getting married and having kids, so I just did it a little earlier than most. I’m not as close with many of my high school friends as I used to be simply because our life paths have diverged so drastically, and I do have regrets about that. I wish I’d tried a little harder to keep in touch.

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Any Questions?

by Cate on March 16, 2012 · 7 comments

in Miscellaneous

A couple of years ago, I opened comments to reader questions and subsequently answered them. A lot has changed since then (including the size of my readership!), so I thought it would be fun to open the floor for questioning again.

I will do my best to answer everything asked of me, barring anything highly inappropriate. And if for some reason you aren’t comfortable asking your question in the comments, feel free to email me.

Go!

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