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Sep. 20th, 2016 04:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhich"Feeling better" changed into "I don't feel well, going back to bed again" and it took a few days before I caught on that I most likely have a sinus infection. They tend to follow a cold or the flu and sort of lurk, like a bad detective following you, on the edge of awareness until something finally jerks them out into the open. A bit of a fever did that today so sometime tomorrow after the antibiotics begin working I'm sure I'll be back to zipping around again. In the meanwhile I am hating that this is the 'blah' season of television shows with nothing new on. Blah. I'm reading too much ("Is that possible?" she asks.) I must hie myself back down to the public library to renew my card and thereby be able to read new books I haven't had to purchase. I do absolutely resent the (new-ish) requirement that library cards must be renewed every two years no matter what. Because we can't risk, you know, some person moving three blocks sideways and ending up in an adjacent city and then daring to use our city's library system afterwards. Oh noes!
Like a squirrel I am storing up supplies. Mine are only for the upcoming almost-a-week-long camping event that I'll be cooking at, but still - slowly things are accumulating and, of course, blocking space in our home. Instead of vexing me I find a sense of satisfaction whenever I look at my growing pile. There! That bit done! Right now our kitchen table has two tunics on it that inspire the same feeling. They are complete but for the finishing of the neck openings. The sewing machine is put away for the next month. There will be a day of baking to follow (as soon as I start feeling better again) and then, until the event packing day the table will be covered with vinyl sheeting so I (and hopefully "we") can paint the blank sheet walls. I don't expect to finish all of them and don't have any burning need to try, so long as the 'blanks' have our identifying Horde Cookie in the upper right corner. At the event itself I'll be more than happy to alternate empty walls with scene'd walls so long as I have enough of them to encircle the camp. I'd forgotten that I had 'assigned' the creating of a camp gate to one of my Horde Brothers until he brought up in conversation what he'd been thinking about doing for it. So I'm relieved of one back-of-the-mind worry.
We drove to Atlantian University last weekend. It was a long daytrip, nine hours on the road, but this thrice a year event is one that I try never to miss. Except for the sessions that end up at the WoW event site, as an 'outdoor' university. I admit, I'm lukewarm at best about those. I like classrooms. And controlled air conditions. And chairs I don't have to tote from one tent-classroom to another. Lazy, that is what I am!
I taught a class this time. Another instructor had to bow out on Thursday night so I got a request to step in and take over her class. It was on basic sewing skills; threading a needle, making a knot, three stitches (running, back, and whip/overcast), and "which threads to use on which fabrics". I made a quick handout by cutting & pasting Heather Rose Jone's “Archaeological Sewing” section about those three stitches and encouraged them to explore her site as soon as they could since all the students - 14! - said they wanted to try to hand-sew an outfit.
I was surprised that anyone had signed up for the class but even more astounded that there were actually women there who did not know how to thread a needle. I owe the original instructor an apology for not seeing a need that she had identified. It was a good class and very satisfying to teach, especially when the students felt confident enough to be willing to practice their stitches for a little while and then go directly to sewing a piece of clothing.
The best part of the class, however, is when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loosecanon appeared in the open door of the classroom long enough for me to throw dignity to the wind and squeal like a girlie before collecting a nice hug. Which was a good thing to do as I didn't see her again for the rest of the day. She lives in the East Realm and I had no idea she'd be at this event.
I spent the rest of the day sitting at the registration desk collecting the instructor forms (a listing of who attended each class) and visiting with those who were working with me. If sitting around conversing and laughing is considered "working". I am so glad that the registration team is letting me join in with them.
Like a squirrel I am storing up supplies. Mine are only for the upcoming almost-a-week-long camping event that I'll be cooking at, but still - slowly things are accumulating and, of course, blocking space in our home. Instead of vexing me I find a sense of satisfaction whenever I look at my growing pile. There! That bit done! Right now our kitchen table has two tunics on it that inspire the same feeling. They are complete but for the finishing of the neck openings. The sewing machine is put away for the next month. There will be a day of baking to follow (as soon as I start feeling better again) and then, until the event packing day the table will be covered with vinyl sheeting so I (and hopefully "we") can paint the blank sheet walls. I don't expect to finish all of them and don't have any burning need to try, so long as the 'blanks' have our identifying Horde Cookie in the upper right corner. At the event itself I'll be more than happy to alternate empty walls with scene'd walls so long as I have enough of them to encircle the camp. I'd forgotten that I had 'assigned' the creating of a camp gate to one of my Horde Brothers until he brought up in conversation what he'd been thinking about doing for it. So I'm relieved of one back-of-the-mind worry.
We drove to Atlantian University last weekend. It was a long daytrip, nine hours on the road, but this thrice a year event is one that I try never to miss. Except for the sessions that end up at the WoW event site, as an 'outdoor' university. I admit, I'm lukewarm at best about those. I like classrooms. And controlled air conditions. And chairs I don't have to tote from one tent-classroom to another. Lazy, that is what I am!
I taught a class this time. Another instructor had to bow out on Thursday night so I got a request to step in and take over her class. It was on basic sewing skills; threading a needle, making a knot, three stitches (running, back, and whip/overcast), and "which threads to use on which fabrics". I made a quick handout by cutting & pasting Heather Rose Jone's “Archaeological Sewing” section about those three stitches and encouraged them to explore her site as soon as they could since all the students - 14! - said they wanted to try to hand-sew an outfit.
I was surprised that anyone had signed up for the class but even more astounded that there were actually women there who did not know how to thread a needle. I owe the original instructor an apology for not seeing a need that she had identified. It was a good class and very satisfying to teach, especially when the students felt confident enough to be willing to practice their stitches for a little while and then go directly to sewing a piece of clothing.
The best part of the class, however, is when
loosecanon appeared in the open door of the classroom long enough for me to throw dignity to the wind and squeal like a girlie before collecting a nice hug. Which was a good thing to do as I didn't see her again for the rest of the day. She lives in the East Realm and I had no idea she'd be at this event.I spent the rest of the day sitting at the registration desk collecting the instructor forms (a listing of who attended each class) and visiting with those who were working with me. If sitting around conversing and laughing is considered "working". I am so glad that the registration team is letting me join in with them.
