Okay, not really, but wouldn't that be cool?
Great tip in the comments over at Yarn Boy:
Hi all — here’s a great tip for sewing zippers into hand-knits. Crochet two chains the length of the zipper (one chain for each side). Machine stitch (or hand-stitch) the chain to the zipper. Now, use your wonderful tapestry needle, and your yarn, to stitch the zipper to the sweater. Check as you go, to make sure you’re not getting “stretchy” or “rippley”. Easier than trying to put the whole sweater through the machine, and nicer looking, too. Cheers!
Comment by Sammy from St. Paul — 10/26/2006 @ 3:51 pm
I'm not certain of the etiquette of posting this in this manner, so if it's wrong and Sammy or Jesse wants me to take it down I will.
I am heartily ashamed of myself, Lizzie. But don't despair; it'll pass, and no doubt more quickly than it should.
Mr. Bennett to Elizabeth Bennett
Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen
I have Stephen Lewis Fever. I saw Stephen Lewis speak last night on the plight of women and children in Africa and the terrible toll of poverty and disease, and I'm having a little bit of trouble with anything today that doesn't involve getting on a plane and going to Africa to build a school or something. Seeing Stephen Lewis was certainly catalyst, but I've been feeling for some time that I should be doing something better with the hours I'm paid for than help bank shareholders make more money.
Quite frankly, I don't feel like donating is anywhere near enough, although I will do that too, targetting 0.7% of my gross income. I want to do something concrete. Something tangible. I want to see. I want to understand. I want to help. I want to stop being part of the problem.
I only hope that this feeling will last long enough for me to do something about it.
Update: Funny that so many countries (all but five) can't meet their 0.7% commitment to foreign aid, as it certainly wasn't enough to salve my aching conscience and so got doubled, and it still seems a paltry sum.
When I first started carrying a pager it was one of the first vibrating-alert devices on the market. I clipped it on my belt and promptly forgot all about it. The first time it went off I thought I was being electrocuted and screamed like a girl...