17 September 2010
Craft weekend was, with the exception of the floods (and a couple of related nerve-wracking moments such as roads closing, the studio leaking, and all the lights going off) and the demise of the stork's bum, magnificent as usual. We had a delightful mix of old hands and newbies along for the ride, and the usual staples of laughter, relaxation, truly sublime food, massage, a bit o' craftin, and fabulous company were had. One of my favourite parts of craft weekends are the evenings spent knitting and nattering by the fire, fuelled by wine and home baked goodies; I think I knitted more this time than I ever have before and managed to come home with several new baby hats all ready for various imminent arrivals. Mission accomplished in the most enjoyable way possible.
I haven't yet photographed what I made - a pair of flannelette pj bottoms from a vintage floral sheet, the baby hats, a tiny stork hat (I did photograph that one and ravelled it - priorities, people), some cutting and piecing of blue squares for my next quilt, and the successful pinning of a [different] quilt sandwich so it's all ready for some nights of peaceful handquilting by the fire. (Big shout out to Kate for the provision of a packet of safety pins when I realised that Son #2 had emptied my sewing tin of all its safety pins for the punk party he was attending on the Saturday night).
The weather was quite a feature of this weekend; the wildest storms seen in a long time, with driving torrential rain for hours and hours on end, all through the night and all day long the next day. The road north of Lancefield was closed, the road south has some impressive new potholes, and one distressed damsel's car had to be pulled out of a bog late in the night by a knight in fluoro armour (the man in the little yellow RACV van) who showed up in the midst of the tempest to rescue her.
The sun came out on Sunday finally, the floodwaters receded slightly and we tried to cram a weekend's photo opportunities into a few hours.
I always come home from our craft weekends refreshed rather than depleted despite the late nights, filled with gratitude (and renewed affection) for my family who wave me off with love and support, and deep thankfulness to have found a place like Sewjourn (thank you Jan, for finding my blog all those years ago and suggesting we might like to try Sewjourn when the renovations were finished) and a wonderful community of women with which to share it.
Thanks to Janet, Caroline, Kate, Felicity, Magda, Gill, Tania and Kaye for a lovely lovely weekend of friendship, laughter and inspiration. Here's to many more.
(More photos here).