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[e_clare]

Hi. I'm back. But only because my life just keeps getting weirder.

Yesterday's run-in with the vulva puppet wasn't bad enough. Today, I hopped onto the Hampshire-MHC PVTA to find an intrepid Hampshire student knitting a womb.

Re-read that if you need to. I'll help: KNITTING. A WOMB.

She was fashioning a fallopian tube out of pink and white variegated yarn, and cursing at the little fringy bits on the end (it was looking kind of frayed). Surprisingly, nobody made any obvious tube-tying jokes...possibly because they were all so horrified? I don't know. I tried really hard to pay attention to my film reading, and only caught bits and pieces of the subsequent conversation about midwifery.

No words, people. I have no words for this. I'm honestly a bit frightened about what craftsy reproductive organs I may encounter next.

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[e-clare.livejournal.com]

The vulva was indeed scarier than the womb -- the womb, at least, was approximately life-sized. And it didn't resemble a cannibalistic Muppet, so there's that.