Welcome to Utah, where Thou Shalt Not Commit Adulthood

Dame Toadstool here with an official response to the Hullabaloo that came out of the woodwork after The Cotton Floozy’s December post about Creative Dating in Utah County.

I went out of town a couple hours after it was posted and was really surprised by the CONTROVERSY is seemed to stir up. Our website is still sort of in Beta here as I slowly get more of the back-end stuff taken care of. But since I hold some sort of responsibility for the direction in which Happy Valley Crafters may go, I want to make this clear to any and all readers out there:

The disapproving attitudes toward the Floozy’s gentle mockery are exactly the reason why Utah Valley needs to have its feathers ruffled, and we Happy Valley Crafters are just getting started.

I am proud to be part of a community that is not afraid to poke holes in the Utah County Bubble. The Cotton Floozy made fun of herself and her own Creative Dating experiences as a teenager in that post, so she was more than qualified to rain on the Dating Diva parade of silliness. All the sweet, innocent locals need hear more from other locals who aren’t afraid to talk about how ridiculous the heavily LDS church-influenced local trends, attitudes, and de facto laws can be. Because guess what? Communication and criticism are key methods of making the world a better place for everyone—not just the dominant majority.

That’s right, innocent friends and disapprovers. Covering your eyes and ears and churning out rules and regulations to prevent “sinners” from impinging on your lifestyle doesn’t make anyone a better person; it simply indicates a lack of emotional maturity on your part. A cheese and cilantro-laden burrito from Cafe Rio may be the right lunch for you, but would you assume that it’s right for me? I’m lactose intolerant and I think that cilantro tastes like poison devil soap, so hopefully not (for both our sakes). Attaining adulthood means being rational in your evaluation of opinions and information and accepting that people are inherently different. The glorification of sameness usually fizzles out for most people after high school… along with the fear of adult themes like subversion, realism, and, of course, sex. In parts of the world outside Utah County (and even in places like—gasp!—Salt Lake City), it is not considered admirable for married couples to engage in sophomoric dating that focuses on hyper-planned, cutesy “adventures.”

I was introduced to the concept of creative dating by a friend who grew up a happy Mormon in Utah County. She was sixteen when I met her, and excited about participating in the elaborate dating world at her public high school.  Now finishing up college at Southern Utah University, she had some insightful thoughts after reading Floozy’s post:

I found it very entertaining! Especially because I’ve lived through one of those creative date experiences – the spaghetti dinner! Good times! It was a blast, in high school. But now, no way! My boyfriend would just laugh in my face if I tried to get him to do that. Especially if like the Dating Divas I just made him do it and not me.

Dating as an adult should be fun because you enjoy the person you’re spending time with, not because you’re doing something crazy. I mean sure, going to the thrift store with a bunch of friends and your husbands would be fun if everyone was into it. But how does that strengthen your marriage? In my opinion going to dinner, or doing something simple one on one is what’s going to strengthen your relationship because you get to spend quality time together.

I think adult creative dates just seem like you’re still stuck in high school and never really grew up. Probably because everyone in Utah County gets married so young. And man, the diva who made T-Shirts and dog tags for a date!?!

Creative dating really shouldn’t translate into adulthood. Sure, go on fun dates, like bowling, or a hike, but geez these people go crazy and plan every single detail! I just don’t understand how that could be fun or stress free like a date with your significant other should be! I remember how stressful planning a creative date could be in high school!

Anyway, I don’t understand why people think Floozy’s post is offensive. Because it’s not! It’s entertaining and a very accurate portrayal of what dating in Utah County has turned into.

Anyway, that’s my opinion of creative dating. oh I should also mention the only times I see the whole creative dating thing in Iron County is when the [LDS] Institute hosts a date night.

Well stated, I think.

People certainly have every right to remain a teenager, emotionally speaking, for their entire lives—and many people do, regardless of where they live. I just don’t recommend it.

My fellow Happy Valley Crafter bloggers and I are generally good-natured people who have to live with a lot of crap rules in a culture that defies our sense of logic and sense of personal freedom. We are not striving to be hateful and will never tolerate hate speech on our website (just sayin’). But we encourage discord in the comments (and on our Facebook page and Twitter) that leads to conversations where someone, including us, has the opportunity to look at something from a different angle. Floozy’s feelings weren’t hurt because some people didn’t like what she said.

Start thinking critically! Don’t be afraid to disagree with the majority!

We will poke fun at ourselves and others and promote sarcasm and subversion in crafting. If you decide it’s not for you, we’re okay with that. We’ll understand if you’re Happy Valley Crafters-intolerant or think that we are poison devil soap. Just be aware that if you cluelessly promote juvenile and ridiculous ideas to a group of adults, we may mock you accordingly.

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Historically Hers: Leaven it to Medieval Cooking

Welcome to the newest column here at Happy Valley Crafters. This is where I blather on randomly about historical stuff. But first, some PAQ (pre-anticipated questions):

1. I need to make a costume from such-and-such historical era, will you tell me how to do it?

I won’t do research for you, and I won’t teach you how to sew. I have drafted some historical patterns, but since they’re available for free, I don’t want to see any whining about how they don’t have instructions. Figure it out or go buy one.

2. You are all wrong, everyone knows that such-and-such is how it really was!

I don’t care if you disagree with me. I’m not the historical know-all. Just make sure you have a valid argument by showing some resources to back yourself up.

Okay, now for some actual historical stuff!

Did you know that baking soda wasn’t invented until the late 1700s, in America (as pearl ash)? For the record, baking powder is a mixture of baking soda and a powdered acid like cream of tartar, so I’m including that in this discussion.

As a person who likes medieval cooking, this leaves me wondering, how did medieval cooks leaven anything made with batter? I suppose you could use yeast in everything, though I haven’t tried it to see how it works and tastes. Here are some other ideas:

Using a carbonated drink to add air to the batter. This would have been some kind of alcohol like beer or a sparkling wine.

Apparently foods with live bacteria cultures (yogurt and so on) can be used to leaven, but I have no idea how!

Creaming butter and sugar, and cutting butter into flour, is a sort of leavening, but it doesn’t get much volume.

The last idea is whipping egg whites, like is done with sponge cakes. It’s hard to find a modern sponge cake recipe that doesn’t have baking soda in it, but I know it can be made with just eggs as leavening. This is really great for thin batters like cake, but not useful for thicker batters like biscuits and dumplings.

If I want to know how medieval cooks did it, why don’t I look at medieval recipes? Medieval Cookery is a great site, as is Gode Cookery, though it’s ridiculously difficult to navigate.

Here’s the thing. I couldn’t find any recipes that were remotely like modern cakes, pancakes, or biscuits, or anything that we usually use baking soda in. There was a crepe recipe, but those aren’t leavened anyway. Is the idea of a medieval cake a myth?

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What Am I DOING? I’m BAAAAACK!

I’m back from my unauthorized December break!

I made it in colors matching the coat!

Here’s some tablet woven trim I made to go on my coat. I need to sew it on and then my coat will be done for good! Constant revision over the course of about 4 years finally over! It has buttons, pockets, a functional hood, warm lining, and now, trim. It doesn’t need anything else.

Fun and exciting technical drawings!

Worked on the book a bit more! Actually, I think it’s ready for editor’s eyes (aka, Dame Toadstool). I can’t think of any more information to put in. There’s a lot of layout and graphics work to be done, but I’ll leave that to the designer (aka, my sister, whom I will call Derpyssa).

I didn't choose the yarn.

I got this sock loom for Christmas, so now I’m trying to make socks again. Hopefully, this will make the socks end up the same size. No guarantees, though. And I think this sock will be too small for me. We’ll see.

As you can see, this is totally scintillating.

I’m, very randomly and casually, working on editing some home videos. Request of my parents.

And I think I’m going to sew something today.

You guys up to anything good?

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Antidepressants in Utah: The Floozy Pops!

The Gospel According to Floozy

Let’s begin with a little Utah History lesson. Before Utah was even Utah it was ‘discovered’ by some people called Native Americans who called it ‘home.’ Some time after that, a lot of Mormons settled there and called it ‘home 2.’ These Mormons were not your typical folks. They were hungry (metaphorically and literally), adventurous, and eager to escape the persecution of the Midwest. I know a few Midwesterners. MEAN. These to-be Utahns said, ‘Surely the grass is greener on the other side, and yea verily, I bet I would feel less achey and confused if I could get to this greener grass in the most arduous, painful, treacherous way possible.’ If these people existed today, they would be cutters.

Except wait! These people do exist today! Hello world, we are Utah. We are Zion. And we are on anti-depressants.

Utah leads the nation in antidepressant usage. Or so says this decade-old news article.  I bet it is still totally true, yo, because about every other person I know here is on an antidepressant.

Including myself.

We are from that thar Pioneer stock that I was telling you about. Those early settlers  were mentally-strained people. My ancestors crossed the plains, the desert, the mountains, the hot coals of boredom (Nebraska) to get to a land where they could do their bizness in peace. A lot of them lost their property, their loved ones, and the bottoms of their feet. I have a theory that I could deal with my chronic depression issues by taking off my socks, putting a bindle over my shoulder, and walking (by foot) to Disneyland. OR I could pop a pill.

This pioneer genetic stew has had a lot of time to well, stew. And nothing cures the desert blues like getting busy! And by busy, I mean bizAY. We are all related to each other. If you live in Utah or have Utah/Mormon roots we are probably related! I’m like your fifth cousin thirteen times removed from your polygamous great-great-great-great step-grandfather’s side. I am sure that even Mr. Floozy and I are distantly related. All of this Family Love has had a lot of time to brew and percolate The Crazy. You’re crazy, I’m crazy, we’re all crazy! Woooohooooooo!

Yes, there are a multitude of other factors that affect our consumption of antidepressants. They’ve all been processed and reprocessed a kazillion times by people smarter and more articulate than me. Yes, the Mormon culture might be one of them. ( I don’t know for sure, since I haven’t been to church in years.) Another factor might be the high baby-making rate. (That postpartum depression is a bitch!) Also, we might not be getting enough nutrients (like fluoride) from the tap water. I am not an expert. (Except that I am! (Okay, I’m not.))

A lot of people like to discuss the Why’s of our We’re Number One! antidepressant drug usage in Utah. And here’s the thing, yeah, we’re depressed. So what?! So what if we need medication to function? So what if our brains have biologically evolved to need SSRI help? We are lucky to have access to the good drugs.

When I was a teenager (when Prozac was brand-spankin’ new) I had nightly hallucinations. Not night terrors. More than that. Full-blown giant dancing demon grasshopper hallucinations. Since my first introduction to anti-depressants (Post-Partum-Depression-Horror-ZOMG), I no longer have to worry about those. They only come back when my brain chemistry is off or I have become immune to the current drug. And  then poor Mr. Floozy gets whacked in the night when I hallucinate a glowey spider is on his head.  This tells me two things: my chemical imbalance is a real thing and Mr. Floozy really should wear a helmet to bed.

Okay, I have totally lost my train of thought. Now I’m worried that I also have ADD.

What I’m trying to say is, yes, we Utahns take a lot of pills, but at least we’re no longer marching through your backyards, sticking our tent stakes in your land, and claiming, “This is the Place.” Can’t you be happy enough with that? If not, I know a doctor.

The Trifecta of Awesome

 

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Lucky Birds for a Lucky New Year

To bring you a lucky new year - a vintage card from 1923

To Bring You a Lucky New Year

I’m sending you “The Lucky Bird”—
He’s just good luck all over,—
His daddy was a horse-shoe
And his ma a four-leaf clover.

[signed “1923 Fritz Marsh”]

We hit a bit of a holiday hiccup in December with a lack of posts. I think I speak for many of us when I say good riddance, 2011. And hello, 2012, with your Mayan promise of Armageddon in 344 days! We are so excited that we are already planning an End of the World party. I think tin foil hats are required?

In any case, I am sad about missing the opportunity to share a mother lode of vintage Christmas cards that are both horrid and wonderful. I promise to share them this coming Yuletide season. Being January 1st today, though, I’m happy to share this lovely vintage postcard gem, again from the archives of Liz‘s family.

The 1920s were obviously a crazy time when a horse shoe could go for a roll in the hay with a four-leaf clover and somehow create an avian hybrid with his neck in a knot. Lots of opiates in use, is all I can think of.

But it did give me a great idea for how to declutter my Facebook friends list without doing the de-friending myself: simply send a “lucky bird” in a Facebook message to people I don’t really want as my social networking buddy and wait for them to unfriend me. I feel like the following bird, first seen thanks to The Cotton Floozy, would be both effective and lucky if accompanied by a bad poem.

another lucky bird

Any poets out there want to help a sister out?

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