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Finally, finally, someone who i get is in power…

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“Let us have this moment. Please. Its history and well never have it again. Sure, when we realised a female PM was no longer a matter of if but when this is not quite what we were expecting. But dont spoil it.”

via ABC The Drum Unleashed – Labor rebirth: its a girl.

I disagree often with the author of this piece, but when i do, oh wow, do i agree.

This sums it up for me, this undercurrent of excitement i feel, that i can impart to my children. This does mean something.

A single, childless, passionate woman who can be as ruthless and pragmatic as any male politician, (women tend to be actually tougher, more practical, more pragmatic than men, who can be quite sentimental, while we have to deal with the mess after…). She is an almost certain atheist (don’t ask, don’t tell, but she affirmed in her vows as Prime Minister, not swore to God piously like every other hypocrite or zealot before hand).

Someone i can identify with most of all, finally. Odd feeling. Still, the ghost of another redhead (not Boudica, sadly), Margaret Thatcher, haunts me. I can’t help but wonder of it is hope or valid opinion of mine that she is not like that, no, Julia won’t be like that.

She will have to be, of course. Playing with the boys means, at times, out boying them, proving your mettle. They will be looking for any weakness. I think they will be surprised. I would be happy with the strength of Thatcher – not the ethics. Not the absolute smug certainty of nanny that Thatcher had.

Julia Gillard: self-made woman supreme | Paola Totaro (guardian.co.uk)
Patt Morrison: Thatcher and Palin — Out of Frame, Out of Bounds (huffingtonpost.com)
The Lady and the Revamp and Storyville: Kings of Pastry | TV Review (guardian.co.uk)

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June 25, 2010

Meanderings, Politics Rights

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Creativity and creation…

Searching for Meaning in a Throwaway World

I love the blog written by a verypurpleperson – and this is reviewing a book with a subject dear to my heart. I haven’t blogged hugely about my quilting, knitting, sewing etc because- well, i haven’t. That may change, my blog is about what is happening when i am in front of the computer right NOW – and often when i am creating, as i was today, i am not necessarily computing. Ok, this varies, as i use mockup tools, and design software like EQuilter 6 (7 on way yay!). Suspect beloved iPad will change things too;)

Yet they are important to me, and Facebook admittedly had a gallery of the collective efforts of my beloved sisters of making, and i. This may – WILL – have to have a new page and life here. The quilts i made for my two youngest, myself (the very first, now the guest quilt here), my father, my beloved ex (no, not that one;) ), the ones i make for friends, the six or seven i have on the go at any point for other offspring, for my new bedroom, for friends – the objects i make as gifts, such as the bags i make, or the things i make from the scraps, the various bits and pieces made – from clothes to small fripperies, keep me sane. It is a giving of oneself on a deep level, of the thing we all seem poorest of, time. I often recycle material, either as patches, or as .5″ strips for knitting (with or without wool, amazingly lovely possibilities). I LOVE it when people ask me for help in fixing something, or if i could make something. As a collective, three of us have bought much material – but are using every last scrap, all the way down now to the merest strips to fill pet beds to donate to Animal Welfare. One project i love the sound of is memory quilts, when someone dies, clothing and special fabrics of that person’s life are made into a keepsake. I will do that, (but hopefully not for a while, not needed at least) when asked:)

Here is a small project, made collectively over a day, for a magic butterfly girl born a year ago….a play snuggle rug, a small gesture of love in a hurry, as she was…