There’s a bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz in my head from all the ideas that are waking up and starting to flap their teeny tiny wings. What a treat! Even though I need to calm down before I can think clearly, I am enjoying the liberating feeling. There are plans afoot, oh yes, there are plans. Not well-formed, organised plans, but wild and colourful visions of possibilities. Just what this tired old brain needs!
In the studio four looms are abuzz with new plans too, as my lovely students are getting their own projects underway. Interestingly, everyone has decided to weave in lambswool but there are four completely different colour schemes and four completely different designs, so it will be wonderful to see these grow. Here’s a sneaky peek (I always want to write peak after sneaky, in case you were wondering) at their newly beamed warps:
I am glad we have achieved the beaming, as I am a bit of a disaster around looms adorned with raddles and lease sticks. In fact I am a bit of a disaster around sticks in general. I didn’t know the word proprioception until I tore the ligaments in my ankle and my foot lost its way in the world. However, I have always known that my hand-eye coordination is somewhat feeble – in fact my anything-anything coordination is frankly not up to much, and I usually have the bruises to show for it – so working my way around a studio of half-assembled looms is a bit hazardous. Fortunately, I have mostly been on the bench, treadling away.
This morning I put a load of washing in our still-pretty-new washing machine, and I smiled as I did so because it is such a pleasure to have this efficient and effective appliance doing the laundry. I really do enjoy having this washing machine in my life! And I realised that I am much happier about having a new washing machine than about having a PhD. I am pleased about the latter, yes… but I am absolutely thrilled about the former. What does this mean? Does it mean anything? Are washing machines just totally brilliant things?