School Daze II: Textiles

Tomorrow, I have a quiz on textiles.  I get off the phone with my London Bestie.  I have to study, I say.

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3 hours have since passed.  I’ve yet to begin.  I spent the last 3 hours researching train trips from New York City instead.  I’m having cabin fever.  It’s been too long since I’ve gone, a-wandering.

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The textiles class is a struggle for me.  It’s hard to sustain interest when the material taught feels like chemistry.  Every Wednesday afternoon, I sit in that room willing myself to focus.  It’s too easy to daydream when surrounded by fantastical props.

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On the far wall, a row of yellow lockers beckons.

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How to resist, choreography/staging?  Besides, the light is too gorgeous in this room…

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But.  Back to textiles.

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I just want to pass this class and move on with my life.  In a different city, Dr Chan cheers me on.

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These are the nerves in the bloody armpit!

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Another assignment for Textiles due November 7?   An apron.  Imagination is allowed to run amok, as long as the finished product demonstrates, sewing skills.

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I think I laughed out loud when the Teacher explained this task.

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The funny thing about doing something one dreads?  One actually learns some things along the way!  I may not be able to recognize a dobby weave from a jacquard weave, but hey my vocabulary has expanded beyond cotton, silk and wool; which I also learnt by the way, are not the names of fabric, but cellulosic and protein fibres that are used to create, cloth.

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( Random thought:  I’ve seen sheep shorn in Australia and New Zealand.  I’m not sure how experiencing that will help me with tomorrow’s test.)

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I can’t sew.  I can cook.

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I can design, I can decorate.

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I can touch my toes.

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I can cultivate an optimistic attitude with the apron.

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I visited a terrific little shop in the East Village selling bits and bobs.  The owner Hussein patiently helped me with fabric choices and trims.

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I can’t sew.  But hey, I can start learning, now.

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  •  Mr Hussein runs Gizmo Notion Shop, 160 1st Avenue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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