So, I am sitting here in a slightly depressing hotel room (you know the kind; some of the lights are burnt out, the window doesn’t shut tight, the pictures are screwed to the walls and there was a police cruiser parked in front when I pulled in to register.) having some me-time. I am at the Arizona Fibers Through Time conference, and having checked in and registered, I have an hour and a half until the first official function. Now, a wiser woman than me would have a whole bunch of options aka wip’s in her bag of tricks, especially since I am here to take a weekend class of free-form knitting, but I finished knitting a small thing last night, and didn’t have the foresight to start anything else. Actually, the thing that was top of my mind was going for a walk this morning to find a stick.
I found my stick, took it home and scrubbed it clean, and left it on the patio to dry for the weekend. Then it will get a light sanding, a good waxing with Clapham’s Beeswax, and be used to hang the piece I finished knitting last night. So, short story long, my brain was uncharactistically mono-directional, and here I sit with nothing to do except crack that bottle of Campo Viejo Rioja Crianza 2008 (I think I’ve run out of label details) and pen excuses for not knitting.
I originally registered to take Saori weaving, but the instructor had to cancel, so I am contenting myself with freestyle knitting and crochet. I must confess to being terribly disappointed about the weaving, so I ordered a book (and they are few and far between on this subject). I think I may have to take myself to Saltspring Island at some point, because this book spoke to me like nothing else has for a long time. A really long time. I will do a post from my real computer with links and everything once I get home, but if you google “Saori weaving Saltspring island” you will get the general idea.
I should mention here that there are no links or pictures in this post because I can’t figure out how to do that sort of thing on my iPad. I know I have done it before, but knowledge is fleeting, memory is fickle, and blah blah blah.
So, I will finish my wine, and head down to the reception. I hope to have a mind-opening weekend, which will inspire me to more creativity. It’s in there somewhere.
Have a good weekend!