Yesterday during a workshop, I kept my hands busy with my "fake" (a.k.a. spool) knitting. I used flat, narrow tape. It comes on a spool where the yarn is- chubby kind of cardboard spool like craft cotton or crochet thread. Very pretty, rich, jewel tones, multi-colored and kind of gleaming. I just kept at it, and passed out a few lanyards for peoples' name tags.
I also used it to "knit" some thin copper wire, with blue glass beads and silver balls appearing to float throughout. This made a beautiful necklace for a dear friend of mine, although there were no findings on it. She said she would take care of it, and left it on for the afternoon. There were twanging wire ends sticking out on the back of her neck. It looked terribly uncomfortable; I hope she didn't leave it on for my sake. The FRONT of it looked so pretty on her!
So. I guess at this point my artistic ambitions are, well, humble, but productive. It feels good.
Miss Rose was up most of the night last night with an earache so profound that she simply didn't know what to do. She would get up and go kneel on the floor, resting the side of her head against the cool wall. Then she would whimper and stretch out on the floor. Finally, the ultimate concession: she announced that she needed a shot. My god. I can hardly stand it. We are going to the doctor at 10:00.
Meanwhile, I have delivered instruction to my own students 4 times out of the last 8 days. My plan is to just pop out to school after the doctor, Rosie in tow, teach for two hours, and come home at the bell. This is the reality of the supermom myth.
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