Thursday, April 19, 2007

Is it the weekend yet?

Don't get me wrong. This has been a pretty damn good week... but why did the Fates decide that I needed to fit the whole month's activities into a quarter of the time usually allotted for such things?
If we start keeping score from last Saturday, then of course it all starts off with my fabulous femmes' weekend of fun and frivolity with Felicity [ Fabulous Femmes Fun Frivolity and Felicity ... am I sensing a pattern here? ]
As documented already, we spent the entire weekend in pursuit of all things textile: shibori dyeing, silk paper making, sun printing, followed by purusing and purchasing at Purl's Palace, Daylesford ably assisted by a slightly puzzled David. We didn't make it to The Big Tree at Guilford but I think that was about the only thing we missed.
Monday saw me jump in the car - no, scratch that last bit. Ever mindful of the broken coccyx and being the sedate person that I am [not], I actually SLID ever so carefully into the car - and dropped David off before driving to Girgarre to give a talk on my Japanese quilts. If you just thought "Where the hell is Girgarre?" rest assured that you are not alone. About 99.9% of the population of Victoria, let alone the rest of Australia, doesn't know either.
I surely didn't with any degree of certainty until I checked the map on Sunday night. Anyway basically it's a town of 200 odd people about 2 hours drive north east of here.
I wasn't entirely sure that there was going to be anyone there other than the ladies of the Girgarre Quilters and a couple of my friends from Bendigo that I knew were going up. I had visions of spending four hours in the car to address maybe a couple of dozen hardy souls, if I was lucky.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Just brimming over with wrongability. [ sorry, channelling Arnold Rimmer there for a second ]
There was probably close to 200 women there from all over Northern Vic.
There was the usual hearty country morning tea which segued seamlessly into lunch and on into afternoon tea. There was endless Chantelle [ Central Victorian quilterese for Show-and-tell ]
and there was me
and my quilts.
This would have to be the first time I've ever been introduced at one of these things by someone quoting my Blogger Profile !

The drive home was remarkeable. Oooh look ... a dead and interestingly shaped gumtree... some dry grass... another dead tree... a sheep ... another sheep... another dead tree. No wonder I had a migraine brewing after 2 hours of that.

Home at about 5, hit the migraine meds and out again to clogging at Daylesford just after 6. Gotta love those modern pharmaceuticals.
To be brutally honest, Monday night's class was a total waste of time and effort. The regular teacher was AWOL in China, and the replacement couldn't have clogged or cued her way out of a paper bag if her life depended on it. I think I overstepped the bounds when it got so bad that all the beginners walked off the floor and I collared the headset mike and cued from the back row. Probably NOT a good way to make a new friend.
Add to that, she finished the class more than a half an hour early and was adamant that THAT was the correct finishing time. Excuse me ? We didn't get to do a single dance at our level which makes me wonder whether she was capable of it herself. GRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Anyway moving on:
Tuesday morning fine and early saw me repeat the wiggle into the car as I headed back ... Daylesford, scene of the previous night's non-class, for a daylong workshop teaching a patchwork cushion with vintage japanese fabrics and sashiko quilting. Two of the girls had never sewn a stitch in their lives but were keen to try. One was very very high maintenance in an exciteable ADHD but likeable way and I was just about hyperventilating by the end of it but it WAS a good day. Once again Pat had driven up all the way from Apollo Bay for the occasion. God, she's keen.

On the way back out of town I negotiated the purchase of the gorgeous Sandolls from yesterday's post [ no Maz, I'm not taking up irish dancing. They're street shoes ]
Stayed on for tea at Robyn's after arriving to collect Dave [ spag bol ... yummo ] and straggled home in time to pop him into bed.
Rest of evening spent playing around with THIS.
Yesterday was the not-allowed-to-be-talked-about Arts Access Project over at Maryborough [ about 60 km each way ] Good session. Shame I can't tell you about it yet.
and today was spent moving the deck chairs on the Titanic [ Nola-speak for attempting to restore order to one's abode ] and a lunch meeting for yet ANOTHER project that I'm somewhat unwillingly involved in. Tonight I'm working on Riley's quilt.
Is it the weekend yet?


Mia said...

Hi, I tried replying to your email and it keeps bouncing back.. just didn't want you to think I didn't answer *grin*

catsmum said...

that's okay Mia. Try again later please. It's been doing some odd things to overseas friends lately and I'm blowed if I know why.

Sheepish Annie said...

Wow! That is one busy week! I've been trapped at home, first by flood waters and now by a broken vehicle. I'll take a nap on your behalf if you like. I'm a "giver" that's just what I do. ;)

Helen said...

Well, it is Friday morning here in New Zealand so I guess you could say it is the weekend yet!

lisette said...

yikes! i think you have earned an extra weekend. the shoes look gorgeous - as does the cushion. maybe next time you could teach me sashiko

mehitabel said...

Sounds like a GOOD busy week to me, and I've had a busy one too, just not as much fun! I am really anxious to start getting more quilting back into my life, but with the the LQS closing there are all sorts of complications (that's where I teach, and my students want me to find a new place ASAP). Hope you can get your nap in and keep up the good work!

mehitabel said...

PS, email me, mehitabel AT earthlink DOT net, for info on that wonderful Edward Gorey cats/books bag!