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 !
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 … again…to 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.
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.
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?