DLand - The Original Princess Diana (of Themyscira)

Wonder Woman turns 60 years old this year. She is an icon of my youth and still a heroine of mine. I wore Wonder Woman Underoos for Halloween when I was 3. I even wore them to the car lot where my mother bought the orange Ford Pinto. She's is the quintessential feminist - the first in popular fiction. She's no bra burner. She's a tiara wearing, knee-boot kicking, fighter of evil and Goddess of Truth!

God, and that spin! I used to spin in the living room just like Lynda Carter waiting for my pajamas to transform into gold bracelets and a red halter top.

Did you know that Wonder Woman's creator, William Moulton Marston pioneered research at Harvard University that led to the polygraph? That truth lasso was such a saucy combo of justice and bondage.

So take today and pay homage to Diana Prince's alter ego, maybe you have your own alter ego. Next time you're in the elevator, give a twirl and see if you get those gold bracelets and gold lasso.

Check out these sites for more info on the raven-locked maven.

http://www.hastur.com/WonderWoman/index2.html

http://wonderwoman.simplenet.com/

http://www.slugwire.org/weekly/archives/99May27/searching.html

http://www.execpc.com/~icicle/WONDERWOMAN.html

And when you think you know it all, try the quiz. Not to boast but this Wonder Girl got a 45 out of 50. :)

http://underwire.msn.com/underwire/social/millenium/60millenium.asp

DLand - A Few Sewing Tips from Miss Genie

1. If you're measuring for a tight-fitting bodice, don't measure with the lift and separate underwire bra on, use the mono-boob sports bra. Your tits look great, but the lacings get a little loose in the cleavage area. Thankfully, everything has a purpose and I've found a cozy little spot to store the insulin pump. I was wondering where I could put the silly thing in this dress anyways. For those without pumps, you could substitute a cell phone or pager, but don't blame me when your breasts starting beeping or vibrating. And I'll probably have to make a padded sack for the pump. That's gonna be a fun little project. 2. Don't go to Joann's in April to look for something to go with your green velvet. The women there just don't understand and if you do find something it's most assuredly NOT on sale. Do, however, go to Joann's to get peeps at 75% off!

3. If you use enough fabric and pin it enough, you can cheat and machine stitch the cartridge pleats on your skirt. Shh, don't tell! I hate hand-stitching.

I've got the sleeve pattern down for the most part and found some more velvet to match. The snot was too much last night, however, so there's still no sleeves on it. But I've been using an old sheet for my pattern fabric and the vertical stripes have been quite handy for getting straight lines and measuring. Thank you, Ralph Lauren!

Other than that, you may have noticed the site has a new and classy look. I must give props to JamieStar for the inspiration. It's boxy, but good. She's the most awesome person I've never met.

I'm all proud of myself for using all these new diaryland features, like the latest 5 entries and the previous and next links. I'll add more features soon I'm sure as this project sucks up my spare time, but so far, the guestbook and new layout are the greatest things to sweep this page. I was a late bloomer to the guestbook, I admit, but am coming out full tilt into the magic of Diaryland. Don't forget to tell me what you think.

DLand - ACHOO!

If Thursday was Holy Thursday and Friday was Good Friday, then yesterday must have been Sucky Saturday. It was the day when nothing would go right. Jeremy gave himself a "paper cut" at the forge with a piece of red hot steel. I sewed 48 lacing loops on my Italian only to have them misshape and fly across the room when I attempted to lace myself into the dress. And MikenRae's car broke down on them again. Oh, and I think I got another cold (my throat was sore all last night). I was ready to punt on the entire day by 5 that afternoon. But today has shaped up to be a lot better. I called Gen and she imparted her wisdom on soldering the brass rings before lacing them on. We won't go into how my sweet husband suggested this last night and I told him that was a really stupid idea that would never work. Needless to say, I was a real grump about the whole thing, and he still soldered 50-some rings for me this morning so I could finish the dress. I laced myself in successfully an hour ago and all is well. Sweetpea rocks! Gen rocks! The dress rocks! The dress still needs sleeves but I'm sure you'll get an update on that this upcoming week.

We spent most of the afternoon at Mungoe and Siobhan's digs for the "A&S day". It was mostly a bunch of people hanging around and more screaming kids than I would have preferred. But I finished my lacings and met some more people around here. My favorite new person to meet was probably the lady who's a computer tech support goddess on a destroyer for the Navy. She's pretty awesome. I'm hoping we didn't scare her and her hubbie off and we see more of them. I would describe more about who there I was fond of and who I wasn't but don't want to risk them reading it. That and the jury's still out on quite a few of them. Bug me for all the caustic details in person. Oh, my other fav there was Opie. He's one of the 84,000 Mikes that this generation produced and his SCA name is something like Opi-skrtrsdngesr der Sumthinerother, which became Opie. He rocks as well (agreeing to be called Opie is the first thing in his favor). I watched him fence today and he had a really awesome attitude about the whole thing. I wouldn't mind goofing around with him in some fencing armor. So, I'm a card-carrying member of the Opie Fan Club. I'll be sure to introduce you to him if we're ever in the same vicinity.

Brian and I are about half-way through an overcoat thing for him. It's like an early period knee length bathrobe that's made of black and gold lozengy fabric. It's so atrocious, it should kick ass. And I totally screwed up my hat through my bleary eyes and snot that I decided sewing could wait til tomorrow. The Muse had gone home for the evening and it was time to put down the needle.

The snot and sneezing I'm hoping is a cold. You say, Genie, what maniac would hope for a cold. But my only other explanation is allergies and I refuse to accept that I might be allergic to anything. I have never suffered from allergies before in my life and I don't plan on taking it up now. Trees are having sex all over town (and my car and the cat's fur and EVERYWHERE) but there hasn't been a sniffle out of me til today. Now I've got this scratchy throat thing going on and running nose and sneezing. And it has to be from the "cold" that I have. Definitely not the pollen. Nope, I could drink pollen ginseng tea in the mornings because I'm so not affected by pollen. Remember, I'm not allergic to anything!

*sniff* *sniff* ACHOO!

Ugh, I'm carrying my sneezy butt to bed.