higu rose returns
i finally remade my damn newsletter
hi :) it has been a while since we’ve met via email… or maybe this is the first time! my tinyletter newsletter died, so here comes substack. if you don’t remember me— i’m higu rose. i make comics and quilts. this newsletter is about comics and quilts and probably whatever anime i’m watching, or whatever set of stairs i’ve fallen down.
i mostly wanted to send this so you know it exists again. i have no idea what else to tell you.
oh yeah YINZ CITY #6 IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!! we are in the inking stage. hopefully this will go to print by the end of the month. look forward to it! if you don’t know what YINZ CITY is, you can read it here.
it’s been summer for a while now, but i haven’t gone swimming. in pittsburgh we’ve been having some weird weathet; flooding, tornado warnings, 90+ degree heat. i have a pool pass, but somehow i still haven’t gotten out there. this month (and next month!) i’d like to visit the swimming hole my friends and i drive to 45 minutes outside the city. most of my friends are taller than me, so i usually get out to the middle and then lurk on a rock so i don’t get washed away. the river is a beautiful green color; i’d like to dye my hair that color one day, if i ever get the funds or patience to sit through bleaching. i wish more salons in pittsburgh had artists willing to do fucked up hairstyles like you ~see on instagram and tiktok~. maybe i’ll just shave my head again.
it’s hot as hell, but the other night i got my legs sweaty working on a quilt. maybe not the best summer activity.
a note about the title of this newsletter…
around this time last year, i ended up subscribing to a handful of quilters’ newsletters. almost all of them are white women, and many of them love being citizens of the united states. so around July, i was inundated with July 4th projects that involved eight million american flags and fireworks. July 5th is when they start sending out christmas projects.
if you don’t know me well enough— i fucking hate what the US empire stands for and i fucking hate the 4th of July. i am an incredibly salty queer black person. so from that point on, i kept joking with friends about becoming a popular online quilter just so i could make “fuck the 4th of July” quilting posts every year0 (whatever those would even be). i don’t remember who among my friends suggested naming a blog “the anarchist quiltbook”, but i’ve been obsessed and mulling over it for months. i’m like, at best an armchair anarchist (and a fair-weather quaker), but my REAL anarchist friends said the title is funny and stupid, so here we are.
i’m so funny!
be safe <3
higu