I’ve wanted to post all week, little things, but the week just slipped by in a whirlwind, not all of it work related, but all of it consuming my every waking minute. Really though, I’m feeling like I’m starting to catch up, to find my house, to get a little bit done in the yard which is looking spectacular, alas, no photos because, well, I haven’t taken any and I’d go out and take them now, but it is dark. 🙁
The week started promising and then went downhill from there. My lovely husband left on Thursday for Saudi Arabia for three weeks. It was hard to try to do everything I needed to finished up my own agenda and help him get everything in order so he could leave. Getting the yard/house/pool ready for the summer, way ahead of schedule, is a monumental task, and my husband handled what he could, and the rest, well, it can wait.
I had a number of pieces accepted to an exhibit, May 29th – July 10th, 2010 in New Bedford, MA, at a gallery called Artworks!. The exhibit is called “To Tell a Story”. It is a show featuring work that derives and is inspired by photography, curated by Mark Mederios & Karen Alves. The call was for a sequence or a mix of media that can sometimes tell a complete narrative in a way that no single medium approaches. I thought personally that my current body of work fit this description nicely, and I submitted three works, and they accepted an additional three. I spent Monday packing up the work for that show and getting it shipped out.
So if you are in the New Bedford, MA area, stop in, grab a photo if you can and send it to me, since I more than likely won’t make it up there for the show.
Meanwhile, my husband left on Thursday for Saudi, like I said, and all hell broke loose.
Sidebar: My husband has been a traveler for work for a long long time. Before I had children, he traveled. He was always traveling somewhere, while the kids were young, but he always managed to be there enough that my kids felt like that two involved parents. He was traveling when I was diagnosed with cancer, but he managed to be here for all the important stuff, my surgeries and my chemo, and we are all very use to his coming and going. I can’t really say anything, because in the past 10 years, I’ve done enough of my own traveling. But with my husband, there has been a long standing joke in the house, that whenever he would leave for a trip, the gods of the home fires would get pissed, and do something in the house to ensure he would need to return. It happened so often, that it became a standard joke, that my husband’s plane wouldn’t even have a chance to arrive at a destination and something minor would happen in the house, nothing cataclysmic, just annoying enough that we would be inconvenienced until he returned, thus assuring he would return. I will say that the gods have been sort of quiet over the last year or two, or maybe I’ve been gone so much myself, there hasn’t been a need to assure he will return, since I was away too.
So, a lot happened in the 20 hours or so it took my husband to go from Newark, NJ, to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia via Frankfurt, Germany. Friday was like a comedy of errors for my son and me, both of us decided it was safer to hide in bed, but between the ice maker breaking, and the car failing inspection for a non working side mirror, and the pump going on the big pond waterfall, and my computer deciding to have hissy fits, most of Friday, when I should have been packing, was spent trying to trouble shoot, and shop for a new pump. I learned more about pond pumps than I care to ever know thank you very much. My computer problems were corrected, thanks Eric, and the ice maker worked for a bit, but it is really done, and we only replaced it a year or so ago, (I can buy ice for three weeks), but I was able to purchase an affordable pump for the waterfall, get that installed, and get the waterfall working, so now the fish are happy. (I heard yesterday that one of the running boards fell off the truck, my son dealt with that little incident, I was safely in southern NJ…)
Which means I didn’t get to pack for my trip to South Jersey on Saturday, until late Friday night. Still, everything was ready to go, so it didn’t take long, and I got a good night’s sleep, and I set out Saturday morning for Southern NJ, to teach a seminar to a guild down there, a Small Looms Guild. They were all prepared with warped inkle looms, for a very intense brain frying afternoon of advanced inkle loom techniques. I taught them supplemental warp, 7 thread pick-up, and 1:1 name draft pick-up. By the time I got to the last technique, I think everyone’s brain was on overload, but they all had some great things on their looms, and all seemed really happy with what they learned. I put together the entire presentation onto PowerPoint, and will one of these days make it into a monograph supplement to my inkle loom monograph. The Advanced techniques supplement will eventually be available on my eShop. Look for it…
Saturday was also my birthday. Lots of people work on their birthdays, there was no reason to turn down this job because it fell on my birthday, and as it turned out, we celebrated the occasion on Wednesday, the night before my husband left, and there was the birthday lunch with my girlfriends on Thursday, at the new sushi restaurant on Main Street, and then my son took me out for my birthday Friday night. Saturday was low key, I stopped at a friend’s house on the way home, for wine and pizza and some recorder practice for my recorder consort which met today. I sat in bed late last night, enjoying all of the birthday wishes from everyone I’ve ever known who are now friends with me on Facebook. It is too much fun.
So now my big push is to finish the fabric on my new loom, which I’ve just started to weave. You may recall back in April, I sat down to design this fabric, as part of my guild’s challenge.
We all did a yarn swap last September, and the goal was to weave or make something with the yarn in the bag you got, for the person whose yarn it was. I detailed what was in my bag in my April blog post, and then I started traveling again, and never got back to it. The push is on now, because it is due in 10 days. And I’m really nervous. I did get the loom warped finally, earlier this week, but since the bulk of the yarn is a hairy kid mohair, it is going to be a complete nightmare to weave. I’m taking all the steps I know to get it to weave, the loom is handling it all remarkably well, this is my new acquisition, and I couldn’t be happier with it, but still, this is a sticky warp, and it is painfully slow to weave. Plus I hated the first inch of my design, and I had to go back to the drawing board, and redesign based on the threading because I was not about to change that. So now I’m happy, and I can wind my shuttles and start weaving in the weft wise stripes, and hopefully I’ll be able to develop a rhythm and get this yardage off in the next 10 days, and help my daughter get her challenge project finished as well. Stay tuned…
Oh, and one more thing, if you are in the Western North Carolina area, you know about the Western North Carolina Fibers/Handweavers Guild, sponsors of the Blue Ridge Fiber Show. I’m one of the jurors this year, and I donated one of my tote bags for a raffle fund raiser for the awards the jurors will be presenting at the exhibit. There are a number of other donations, and you can view them all online, and my tote bag as well. Bid early and often!