That's the new mantra ... Embrace the wonk. Embrace the wonk.
Craft weekend last weekend had its fair share of wonk and the like, what with tops and pants made that don't fit, a cardigan with holes, the cutting out of a very simple wrap around pattern and then noticing that one of the panels had the wrong edge along the selvedge so the grain is totally skew whiff (cue banging of head on sewing table), a broken toe (but she managed to not spill a drop of wine. Priorities, people) and the small matter of an overdue essay ... There were a few mutterings heard about being cursed with a collective case of the EITTTSs and yet it was, as per usual, a weekend of hilarity, productivity, creativity and adrenalin. Except for the final hour when I flagged in a major way and just wanted to be home, now, before twilight, before I got weepy, and to prepare for a huge work day ahead. Note to self: know your limits.
I spent a good deal of time on the Saturday at the dining room table writing an essay which nearly killed me, knowing everyone else was over in the studio madly sewing and knitting and singing (apparently) and laughing. However by late afternoon I weakened and the conclusion to the paper was written under the influence of a glass of chardonnay. Suddenly everything went swimmingly, Janet managed to finish her quilt at the same time as I knocked over the essay, she came in to show it off (chanting embrace the wonk, embrace the wonk) and we did the happy dance around the dining room, to the accompanying fragrance of Sue's chicken risotto (also produced under the influence of a glass of chardonnay).
Also happily, I managed to score the Princess Room this time, the most sought after bedroom at Sewjourn. Such a luxury.
As for the actual craft side of craft weekend, I managed to finish a hat for Son #2 using an op shop light grey and some red chunky yarn from my recent dyeing session. No pattern this time, just a generic knit-in-the-round kind of hat with a few garter rows thrown in for interest. This one is a success with the sartorially fussy child, unlike the previous hat which he ever so kindly donated to his father after one wear.
I also cut out a wrap around skirt (and banged my head at my stupidity), some little linen bird ornaments as a whimsical essay-completion celebration, learned how to do a short row heel (messily) and cast on for a shawl with some olive 8ply yarn from the aforementioned dye session.
How I love me a bit of mindless garter stitch. With no wonk in sight.