12 June 2009
the long and winding weekend
on the way to Lancefield
There's a particular bend in the long and winding road to Lancefield where the road dips as it winds and the landscape that spreads out in front always makes me breathe out a great sigh of satisfaction.
there were pretty clouds everywhere on Friday afternoon
I had promised myself that on this craft weekend (a long one, no less, as we celebrated the Queen's Birthday) (heaven knows why, and I believe Lizzie's big day is actually in April so go figure) that I would not be taking with me the essay that was due on Tuesday. But life, and death, and children's concerts got the better of me and so it came to pass that I headed off to craft camp at Sewjourn with my spinning wheel, sewing machine, needles, fibre, fabric, yarn, my laptop and a dirty great pile of books and journal articles and seventeen pages of essay notes.
oh it was cold and damp the next day
This was an "extra curricular" craft weekend that came about when Janet and I decided August was far too long to wait for the next weekend in the regular scheduled programming of craft camps. And so I investigated the options and found that the long weekend was the only available free weekend at Sewjourn. Being a long weekend and at fairly short notice, only a handful of the regulars could make it and while sad, this also meant we could open it up to some others who we'd wanted to invite in the past. And so the new Queen's Birthday Spin Off Craft Camp tradition was born.
that's the lounge room and the door with the little heart on it is where Eleanor and I slept. Aawwww, sweet. (My shoes).
I think I'm the last one to post about the weekend so if you've read the other bloggers you are all probably up to date with the goings on by now, as most people kindly listed all the participants and detailed all the action of who made what. (And yes, I made an essay). Eleanor, my delightful roommate, is blogging about craft camp all week, complete with poetry, I believe!
I can't not do a summary though, can I? A feature of the weekend was the wide variety of activities undertaken - leatherwork, sewing, knitting, spinning, writing, tapdancing, quilting, crocheting.
Eleanor and Janet drinking tea
Eating, laughing, talking, and staying up far too late. Hanging out by the fire, rescuing a frantic bird, grooving to Stevie Wonder, eating soup and other excellent foodstuffs, drinking wine, dancing round the lounge room to Echo Beach, laughing at all the purple (in a supportive way, mind), dodging the rain, celebrating a birthday and taking photographs.
I did put the essay together, but managed to intersperse sessions at the computer with a few sessions at the sewing machine during which I made a smock style grey linen top, complete with homemade bias binding around the neck, of which I am very proud ...
... a blue chenille wheatbag to wrap around my tummy while essay writing, and my feet while sleeping ...
... and a session at the wheel produced a skein of spun and plied yarn. I'm gradually getting the hang of this plying lark.
Oh, and I sewed a wrap around skirt in a sort of purply-grey-mauve stretch denim.
The essay is now in, and reading it in the cold light of day I'm pleased with it. There, I've said it. If I now disappear from the blogosphere forever you'll know I failed miserably and can't face you all again, having just said out loud I think I kinda nailed it.
I've been trying to think of a satisfactory concluding paragraph but have got brainblock. So let me just say a huge thank you to JanetEleanorCarolineEllenMagdaJennySuzieLeslie for coming along and making it so very ace. I'll come back another time and link to all those names. I'm being handed a cup of tea now which means time for bed.
Also, thanks to Jan whose amazing venue is like a dream come true. Every time.