Fibers Through Time wrapped up today. I don’t know how much of the course content will stay in my main bag of tricks, but it was a fun weekend (except for the insomnia) (more on that in a minute) and I got to know some really interesting people. There was one other Canadian woman taking a class, and one Canadian instructor. I always chuckle when people in Arizona say I have an accent, because I can never hear anyone else down here in Arizona speaking with an accent. Great. I talk funny and apparently I am going deaf.
Insomnia, you ask? Yes. The hotel bed was more than a little uncomfortable, and the pillows were feather, which made my eyes scratchy. Once I did get to sleep, I dreamed that the knitting police kept bursting into our classroom and telling me that I was doing it wrong and I should just give up trying to pretend that I am creative. Then I found myself driving around in some gated community but I couldn’t find the gate to get out. I suspect that I was a little stressed about having to step outside my comfort zone of knitting in the “Paint by Number” genre.
I got back to my house today to find that the lovely stick that I mentioned in my last post, and which I had left on the patio to finish drying, had been tossed out by Lorenzo my yard guy. I guess he didn’t share my vision.
I may have bought another little bit of Navajo spun and dyed yarn. I will try to remember to snap a picture to post.
Now, I think I’ll head to bed and see if I can evade the knitting police long enough to find the exit from the gated community.
It’s probably not your accent but the fact that you’re so darn polite.