Happy New Year!
I made a Helen Noel doll last night, New Year's Eve.
Doctor Noel--she's a psychiatrist-- is one of the only women who gets to be a real character on the original Star Trek. She crawls through heating ducts and takes out thugs and power plants in her skimpy little outfit (nylons will be run-proof in the 23rd century).
She's a match for the captain romantically too, cutting her eyes at him and putting him on the defensive.
She's a match for the captain romantically too, cutting her eyes at him and putting him on the defensive.
I want the Sewing Group at work to move on from hot pads to dolls, but I discovered that dolls are hard! My doll looks OK here, but in person her head flops over and she has... bulges. I have work to do.
The other thing I'm going to work on is the Superbowl, to see if I can reach some of the men. Maybe. This is harder than sewing because when it comes to sports, I'm like Candace and Toni, the Birkenstock-wearing owners of a feminist bookstore Women and Women First from Portlandia, here trying to reach the inner woman of the TrailBlazers basketball players:
But if Helen Noel can shut down a power station without knowing anything about electricity, I can figure out the rudiments of the football playoffs.
