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IMPORTANT PSA

Dear friends,

As many of you know, I live in Kyiv, which is the capital of Ukraine.

8 years ago, my country was invaded by Russia. They annexed part of our territory and have been de-facto controlling another part. Thousands of people have been killed. Around 1,5 million became internally displaced - i.e. had to flee their homes to other parts of Ukraine.

For all these 8 years, other countries have mostly led the policy of appeasement. Turning the blind eye to these actions, sometimes pressuring Ukraine to keep quiet and not disrupt their comfort.

Now russia has gathered an unprecedented military force along its and Belarus’s border with Ukraine. They are threatening a full scale outright invasion. In case with Russia, that usually includes deliberate strikes on civilian targets as well. They want to have their “sphere of influence” in Eastern Europe and do not tolerate our real sovereignty and democracy. It is caused by russian fascist imperialism and nothing else, no matter what “arguments” they come up with to excuse their actions.

The situation is getting increasingly more and more dire every hour.

I have receieved a few messages offering some kind of help. I ask, urge you all to spread the awareness of what is happening. Look into ways to pressure your governments into sanctioning russia/its oligarchs, officials and those close to them. THIS is what is needed the most. This is what can potentially save millions of lives.

Thank you for reading. I have made some great friends on this platform, so thank you guys for all the great time we have had talking to each other.

Ok, I want to write it. I need to. A bit emotional post, obviously.

I am one of the internally displaced. I left Donetsk, my hometown, in 2014. I was forced because of war, terror and occupation. I wanted to live in Ukraine - it was my choice by mind and heart.

I know, that unbelievable thing - such as war - can happen. No one believed in that - no way, it’s madness! But war came into my home. I know the sound of mines falling into my yard. I know what fear is. It is not so easy to scare me after that, but this experience is also making me be on the alert. Now everything looks serious. I wanted to think that I am safe and nothing will happen, but now these thoughts are dangerous and naive. All this news and all these actions - I cant close my eyes to that.

Today I packed go-bag again. No, I am not leaving my country. It’s in case I will need to go into the shelter.

The main shelters in Kyiv are metro stations. Sometimes I think about it - this is should look like all these scenes in WWII`s British movies.

And this should stay as frames in films.

It is not easy - when you want to believe in good, but forced to prepare for the worst. But this is how it’s going now in Ukraine. (Your picture was not posted)

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i took today off because like. reasons. i’ll get to that. but.

the main thing i’ve been doing today is that i wanted to get that roller derby knit dress made and it’s mostly been going ok but like so here’s the thing. i can get an entire skirt panel, cut on the fold, out of a t-shirt, more or less, if the shirt is size XL and if I am really strategic about a couple of things. The first is if it’s a shirt with no side seams especially, i can remove the sleeve and then sew up the hole that’s missing, as smoothly as possible, tapering off from the bit that’s missing. (They do seem to cut a strip of fabric out to set the sleeve in.) it’s close enough, it’s not perfectly on-grain but it’s all right.

But that means that whatever was on that t-shirt is going to be right front and center right under your waist seam, either at the center front or center back.

so uh i got a choice, ass or crotch for this:

[img: a large expanse of black shirt, and at the top center, right under the visible curve where the waistband of the pattern piece will sit, is the image of two silhouetted roller derby players and the “WHIP ME” slogan]

anyway, i have all the pieces cut out, including that i managed to piece the pocket pattern out of the cut off sleeves of two of the shirts, AND I managed short sleeves out of the scraps of a shirt I actually cut up earlier, so go me. I was about to start sewing them and then Chita came down to use the litter box that is right under the desk where the serger and sewing machine are and uh.

well. cat shit is stinky, so i’m going to sit and take a break for a minute. (I should do some writing. Maybe later.)

The thing i took time off for is that Dude is putting me onto his health insurance because his current employer offers 1) decent insurance and 2) it’s open to domestic partners, so we had to go to the town hall to get a document notarized stating that we’re domestic partners. Which is likely the most formal acknowledgement we’ll ever get of being anything, so. Dude can’t see why I think that’s kind of a big deal, but I kind of think it is.

Our 20th anniversary is coming up in July and the thing is I always kind of wanted to get married and he didn’t, and so my choice was to stay with someone I was happy with, or go find someone who wanted to get married, so I made the obvious correct choice, but I still sometimes wish I’d been special enough to get a piece of jewelry and a party. You know? Whatever, it doesn’t matter a lot, but, it does matter. Which is why I don’t read fics with soppy weddings in them, because fuck that shit. Apologies if you wrote one. Ctrl+W! (Your picture was not posted)