The Shopping Sherpa unplugged.

Somehow I found myself offering the use of my laptop to a friend with a lot of typing to get done this weekend and not much time at home.

So there'll be a blogging break until it returns. Unless I get twitchy and descend upon the free library internet computers/ turn up begging at friends' doors for a few minutes on their computers/ finally hook my Mac up to the internet.

Have a good (and creative weekend)!

Exhaustipated*...

This morning seems like an age away.

A stream of last-minute ideas woke me up early. Just what I need at this stage. NOT.I went to work. I did storytime. The theme was scary and spooky. We played the song from Ghostbusters (but decided the Timewarp wasn't such a good idea: a sea of three year olds doing pelvic thrusts was not something we wanted to see...) I read a story with a monster on the bed and a monster under the bed. Made it widely known that monsters most certainly do not live under beds and are, in fact scared of bedrooms or anything in them**.

I went to class. Had first stage assessment. Passed, so I'm now free to do final assessment on Tuesday morning (9:20am if you want to send good thoughts)

I got thinking on the way home. If my classmates were all encouraged to pretend to be presenting their designs as if they were selling their products in the real world (textile designer, clothing designer, publisher, educational aid developer, lighting designers) does that mean I should stage a fake gallery opening with glasses of cheap champagne, a plate of snacks, an opening speech and little red dots on things?

Tempting. So bloody******* tempting. But would that make my body of work into a performance piece? And can I arrange a 9:20am flash mob to descend on the place to play the liggers******?)

(*Hence no links****)
(** I know is for a fact as I had alligators under my bed who would bite my legs off if I didn't make it from my bed to the light switch in one stride. They were like vampires: they dissolved in light...
***)
(*** Of course I didn't tell them that as alligators under the bed may have been only a regional thing.)
(**** But stupid amounts of footnotes*****)
(***** Really. I mean it)

(****** OK, I lied)

(******* And swore in two posts running. Bugger.********)

(******** Oops!)

The view from my loo

Do you see?

Probably not the most sensible place to have stuck it at this stage of the game.

I'm happy to say it's not working though. I still appear to be calm and unworried. Which is a little odd, with first stage assessment tonight and large swags of work still incomplete...

Tuesday. In pictures.

I call this one Screwed. A close up picture from Craft ACT's Secret Back Room...where we were creating a display for these: Dress and drill: because it's important that they match...The Craft cupboard next door in the studio at CMAG. I'm filled with jealousy and lust... I told the Big Important Person who visited that they should a) provide us with lunch for an extra charge and b) have a programme of Sundays for grown ups... Printmaking 2.1: all about The Big Very Important (Scary) Final Brief. There are fuck-ups*. I include them in the body of work as I'm sailing close to the edge and working on a one print edition: (because I only have an hour to get this right...)
(which, of course, I don't, as I forget to invert my work!*)No time to ponder, though, as our hour is almost up. This is the very first three colour print I've done. I tell myself that I can scan it and sort it out later...But there really is no later.** I'm still happy, though... In the "Things that make my heart swell and (almost) make me cry" category, I met Lee in the print studio at CIT tonight at our catch-up class (where I spent my time helping my classmates with their projects as everything I needed to do had to be done at home.Oh the irony of having several rooms of toys at CIT at my disposal and no need for any of them!) Lee told me she started this course after reading my blog. I didn't know what to say: I started documenting my experience in class partly because I couldn't find any information on the course before I started but to actually meet someone face to face who used this blog to decide their next move was quite overwhelming... (and Lee, I meant it when I said I'd love to hear the outcome of next week for you!)

And here's a photo I took of the people left in my class (less Dani and Edith, who didn't show tonight). Of the original 30 people, we're down to the final 7...

(*Thank goodness for thinking on my feet and Photoshop!)
(** Especially when my still-not -laughing tutor tells me it looks like duck feet)

Good news. And bad news.

The good news:

I went through my body of work (as it stands so far) with my tutor tonight. And he didn't laugh. (Not even at the photo of the nest with the dolls house furniture in it...)

The bad news:

1. After discussing my work with my tutor I came up with an avalanche of new ideas. And the first stage assessment in Wednesday night. 43 hours away.

Before then I have to pack up a pile of stock to return to my distributor, visit the doctor, intern at Craft ACT, attend a printmaking workshop at CMAG, then a catch-up class at CIT (which won't be much help as I have everything I need to work on my pieces here) and work. Oh: and sleep, shower, and eat.

2. I appear to have tidied away my two pieces of A4 sized, stringy bark dyed fabric when The Collectors were due. And I can't find them anywhere. Which means I either have to find time in the next 43 hours (minus the time needed to use them to create something) to turn the house upside down to find them (you won't believe where I hid stuff!) or drag some more stringy bark into the kitchen and do a redye job...

(Shamed into) clearing the nest

My dastardly plan worked. Before I went to bed last night I spent 15 minutes sorting out my desk space. And this morning I just had to have a wee play while I waited for the kettle to boil downstairs: I always said I wanted the answer to my brief to be a dolls house. Now if only I could justify it as part of my body of work.

Let me think: this work explored the concept of flying the nest. The nest is empty apart from two vintage chairs, signifying the "empty nester" parents left behind once the child has left the family home. The rug signified how the family has been woven together over the years. And the lamp? Ummm.... Oh yes: the child is the light of their lives. Think it would (ahem) fly?

Corners of my (messy) home

I wanted to share the very fine black and white rubber band ball I picked up at the National Portrait Gallery Store yesterday. But by the time I got home from work today the light was going and, as I looked over to where I'd popped the ball yesterday before getting back to work on the The Big Very Important (Scary) Final Brief, I decided I should document what my work space really looks like at the moment: (Clockwise from left: lace from a bag I bought the other day that I haven't put away yet. Empty tea mug and Keep Cup. Packs of Lifesavers I need to post to my mother, who tells me they're no longer available in New Zealand. Op shopped dangly things to be turned into stitch makers. Beautiful black and white rubber band ball. White tape measure to replace dead white tape measure. Free black and white (and red) jellybeans from the Canberra Theatre 2010 subscription launch. Lundby lights waiting for payment before I box and post them. Knitting nancy and random piece of ribbon from my weaving. EBay invoice. New sketches for The Big Very Important (Scary) Final Brief. Avant card I want to send to a friend. And the omnipresent To Do list.

I keep kidding myself that I'll get on top of it all soon. Definitely after final assessment on the 24th. But first I have a seven day working week to get through. And a brief to finish. And a mountain of stock sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor to pack up and arrange to get sent back to my distributor...

Nesting

I wonder if it would felt?

Plaid mad

I call it the Royal Birds Nest Royal Knitter.

Speaking of which, I must away and knit a nest. As you do.

Who cares?!

I had fun and that's the important thing...

But does it fit the brief?

There's been another unexpected change of direction in my response to The Big Very Important (Scary) Final Brief. Mainly because I found a beautiful wooden toy loom at Vinnies this morning for $4 and suddenly have the urge to explore the possibilities it brings to the brief (Nests=woven, after all. Possibly too literal, do you think?)I've also pretty much given up the idea of actually painting something for the final body of work as I feel much more comfortable working digitally (and you can sort out mistakes much more easily!)

Here's an idea I've been mulling over in various forms for the past week or so (very loose test runs shown, completely different to what I was originally planning):

I originally conceived them as a triptych but now I wonder if they stand better alone...

I have another idea I want to play with which involves nesting boxes and cross stitch and knitting and the idea of boats (blame Where the Wild Things Are fever, OK?) but that will have to wait until tomorrow.

I did manage to justify a quick op shop trip this morning

Where I picked up a copy of a 1969 Sunset book: Things to make for children ($1).

Mainly because it included this:

(Did you notice on the top of the first page that there are also instructions for other houses?)

It's from the same era as the New Zealand made Jomax house which I'd love to get my hands on:

Oh well, back to work on the The Big Very Important (Scary) Final Brief...

My plan for today:

(By Matt Jones, via kootoyoo. Maybe I should start a collection of these?)