When worlds collide

I'm reading a Victorian magazine, The Girl's Own Paper, for an essay on the ideal feminine virtues it espouses. A passing reference in the GOP to a particular object reminds me to spend five minutes on the internet ordering such an object from the other side of the Atlantic. Order submitted (and paid for with my own money, since the Married Women's Property Act 1882 says I'm allowed to own my own possessions), and I'm back to the magazine, and knitting* while I read.

*Knitting the knotwork I was talking about t'other day, actually.

My mental landscape is, at this moment, a seething mass of internet, old-fashioned handicrafts, Victorian womanly virtues, global-village-consumerism, third-wave-feminist-craftiness, first-wave-feminist higher education for women, "being useful", the forerunners to and backlash against manufactured consumerist society, and all kinds of other conflicting ideas overlaid upon each other, and I just wanted to record the overlapping concepts, and my joy in them. Now back to work.