Perhaps more fascinating than the bewildered and excited expressions of family and peers, when they discover I’m a derby girl, albeit a TXRG Rec-n-Roller Derby girl, is the wealth of talent and professionalism that comes from the pool of women I regularly go round-and-round with. Take Sinnerfold for instance…by day a devoted Mother and Wife and co-creator of her own design company Blase Design; by night a vicious and speedy derby contender.
She’s slaved over a few designs for Scrape Myrtle—my own snappy alter-ego that allows me to skate like the wind. I know my favorite design, but I defer to you(s). The challenge: channel the Texas state bush that I draw my name from, but make it easy to see (= simple) and even make it a lil fierce.
Exhibit (a): A Texas star incorporated into Crape Myrtle flower.
Folks, I have a new boyfriend. There. I said it. And we’re totally in love. We’ve DTR, yes we’re totally exclusive, and it’s kind of all I think about. I spend as much time as I can with my new lover, and my friends and family are starting to wonder if I’m co-dependent. Yes. Yes I am. But dern, skating makes me happy. Yes, skating. I yearn to lace up, don cute stockings, and skate like the dickens to make “us” work.
Last night we had a date. Two actually. Followed my usual Tuesday night speed skate class (think Apollo Ohno, but on quads) with an hour of STREET SKATING, hosted by the very awesome (and informative) Dilla. What an invigorating experience that was.Fellow skater Hannthrax succinctly summed it up, “It was FUN! And a little scary. People yelled WOO! at us. Can’t wait for next week!” Today’s blog is a nod, and a legal hip-check, to my very awesome new boyfriend “Skating…” whose love I rekindled through Derby—the best sport ever and ironically one that doesn’t allow boys!
Artist Matt Schwartz of SheHitPauseStudios… “This is an 11×14 Polaroid transfer of an awesome pair of classic roller skates. I was driving around with these for a while before I stopped aside a lake and hung them from a tree.” Sure hope he didn’t leave them there. These are so Xanadu, I can hardly stand it.
Matt Ruby’s “Going Nowhere” sculpture combines a roller-skate and armchair (hmmm, furniture AND a skate, he’s so talking Gadora’s language). He’s “exploring themes about old and young, and how these ideas create meaning, and contrast.” Gives me pause for thought, how long will skating and I make it? Here’s hoping….
In praise of Easter Peeps, please allow Gadora a little sugary sentiment. Not at all suggesting you decorate with Peeps, but I have them on the brain. This weekend Gadora is gonna tap into her inner rec Roller Girl with some very outwardly displays of Derby shenanigans when my PINK team (deeming ourselves THE PEEPS) takes OUT the GREEN team (Magically Delicious. Blech!) in our first open-door bout. Open-door = spectators.
While I’ve been trying to come up with my name-for-the-day: The PEEPinator? PEEP-in Tom? SerenPEEPity?You got one for me? Hopping on my bout-fit (a lil wink to Killer Crouton here!),Gadora has procured a pair of bunny ears, and may even don a cotton-tail. Yes, I’m getting ready, folks. And I WILL do the bunny hop. In skates.
There’s been some friendly-ish banter between the teams, but it’s gonna be seeeerious on Sunday. Trying to rile us up with a little Peep-aganda, The Green Team sent us a Peep show… this all you got?