Last day.

Just in case this was Kitzhaber’s last day as Governor, I took a picture of the front page.  And indeed, by 12:15pm he had announced his resignation, though it won’t take effect for a few days. 

Though I think the Oregonian spent an excessive amount of time covering the things that were being uncovered, I place the blame fully on Kitzhaber.  For the past few weeks, whenever I unfurled or logged on to the paper and saw the day’s new headline a line from the song “I wanna get better” by the Bleachers would pop into my head:

…I was losing my mind,
because the love,
the love,
the love,
the love,
the love
that I gave.
Wasted. On a nice face…

In his resignation letter Kitzhauber wrote: “I must also say that it is deeply troubling to me to realize that we have come to a place in the history of this great state of ours where a person can be charged, tried, convicted and sentenced by the media with no due process and no independent verification of the allegations involved.  But even more troubling — and on a very personal level as someone who has given 35 years of public service to Oregon — is that so many of my former allies in common cause have been willing to simply accept this judgment at its face value.”

And that struck me as a the biggest F-you to the media and his colleagues I’ve seen in years.  But the fact of the matter remains that John Kitzhaber has been in politics for 35 years.  He is (or should be) familiar with the ethics guidelines that govern representatives of our state.  He chose to be in a relationship with a woman who seems to have not followed those guidelines, he chose to refer to her as first lady, and he decided that what she was doing was okay. 

It’s never good for a politician to be investigated by the Oregon Government Ethics Commission, the State Attorney General, and a Federal grand jury investigation.  And with every question asked of Cylvia Hayes’ role Kitzhaber has minimized evidence that has been presented. 

This scandal put me, a single working female professional woman in a long-term unmarried relationship, (Cyliva Hayes is all of those things too) in the uncomfortable position of thinking things like “why doesn’t he just marry her already?” and various other ridiculous thoughts that left me feeling like I was betraying the sisterhood.  But the governor can’t have it both ways.  Is she the first lady, doing deals and making contacts as the first lady?  Fine.  Is she a professional woman, head of her own company that benefits from her knowledge of and access too political contacts?  Fine.  But they needed to be very clear which hat she was wearing at which time.  And they weren’t.

Is she a member of his household, even if they are not married? Fine.  But to say that the first lady is just a ceremonial role when questions come up about contracts and other dealings with Hayes’ company is false.  And, frankly, ridiculous.  If there was a firm line drawn by either the governor or Cyliva Hayes then we wouldn’t be swearing in a new governor next week.  But there weren’t and while Kitzhaber seems to have acted above board for his 35+ year career, the woman he has associated himself with for the last ten has raised an incredible amount of red flags. 

And just because they aren’t married doesn’t mean we don’t get to say, “Not good choices, Governor Kitzhaber.  Please go.”

I sat through four wasted years of a neutered Sam Adams as mayor of Portland after his scandal.  I don’t need to sit through four years of an ineffective governor.  The state’s got too much to do.

I wish Kitzhaber a good life, with or without Cylvia Hayes by his side.  I personally would suggest without, but I guess he knows her better than I do.

Postcard from Minnesota

This arrived today.  Each of these beautiful scenes are “wraps” for uility boxes in Sara’s neighborhood.  I hope to see them this summer in person.  My favorite in this series is the photo booth one.

Astute readers might have noticed that my Postcrossing postcards have not been coming from far-flung countries.  That’s because I took a haitus from Postcrossing and when I started up again, I was in a postcard deficit.  I had received more than I sent.  So I had to send a few without getting any in return.  I’ve evened everything up and new postcards from people I don’t know should be arriving soon.

Changes afoot close in

Watch out, Burgerville, that those buildings don’t swallow you whole!

This is just south of the Rose Quarter.  Construction has been going like gangbusters in this area, which makes sense because it’s so close-in and has very good access to public transportation.  When I moved here in 2001, there was a new-construction condo for sale in this neighborhood for $84,000.  Too bad I wasn’t in the market then.  I’m quite sure units in that complex aren’t going for that amount anymore.

The building being constructed in the back of this picture is the other side of the building that is swallowing Burgerville.  I love the old-school nature of the two buildings in the foreground.  Both the architecture and the fact that both of them have signs telling you what they are.  “Professional Building,” “Dental Building.”  I’m quite certain neither of these is long for this world.

New Timer

I purchased this great new timer to assist me with a project I’m working on.  It’s fun because you turn it on and place the side with the amount of time you need facing up.  Then, when the timer goes off, you move the cube to the side with zero on it and it stops.  No buttons!

I was greatly amused by the first “caution” listed.  Has someone actually done this?

City of Roses Motel. Kind of reminds me of 10th Grade PE class.

When I walk by in the morning, the construction crews are gathering.  They’re all wearing versions of the same thing, like we had to be dressed in athletic clothing for PE.  They all stand around and roll is called, which is exactly what happened, except we had to stand in a line.  Then the roll-calling guy tells them what’s going to happen that day.  Just like we got daily instruction of a new PE technique or were told to play the game we’d been taught.

Here’s a smiley-face for you to think about.  When this building is ripped down someday in the future, will someone discover this smiley face under the siding and wonder who put it there?  I like this the way I like messages painted on steel I-beams when tall buildings are constructed.

The second floor is marching across the north part of the construction site.  And it’s getting lighter a little bit earlier every single day.

Savannah Camisole Part I (also favorite pattern and my cat is cute)

Before we get to the camisole, Julie and I went to Fabric Depot to purchase material for said camisole.  We always enjoy looking at the sample garments and this one was a winner. The peplum shirt version was on display and, aside from the ruffles around the neckline which both of us wouldn’t bother to add in the first place, we loved this!  I forgot my camera, so this is a blurry cell phone photo. 

Also, before Julie and I went to Fabric Depot (this is a poorly arranged post) I cleaned the house.  After vacuuming my doormat, I needed to mop the floor, so I set the doormat on my bed.  Sentinel decided it was a good place to sit.

The Savannah camisole is one of two patterns available to subscribers of Seamwork magazine’s January issue.  The other one was a pair of leggings with a cute tulip detail.  I just made leggings, so I’m skipping that pattern now.  I do need tops/shirts/etc so I’m making the camisole.  This will be my first project sewing on the bias.

Here, I’ve taped and cut the pattern.

See that diagonal grain-line?  Usually it would be parallel to the center fold.  That’s how you know this is a bias cut.  I also learned that one should cut fronts and backs of bias cut garments so the bias runs in opposite direction.  This keeps the garment from twisting around the body.

Sentinel came to help with the cutting.  The other thing I learned with this project was that one should cut out pieces on a single layer.

This project was advertised as taking two hours and I’m nearly at that mark.  I’m also nearly done.  I just need to attach the stretch lace and the straps.  I did not finish this project because I’d never used stretch lace before, so I did some online research before we went to the fabric store.  This was both good and bad.  Good because I knew how much stretch lace cost online.  Bad because the stretch lace at Fabric Depot was four times the price of the lace online.  I needed two yards, which would have cost $12.00 or more at the store.  So I came home and ordered five yards from a seller on Etsy (who lives in Boise, Idaho) for $6.00 including shipping.

I’m really liking this fabric and pattern so far.  I look forward to finishing this project.