The kitchen just seems to be where we are this week. On these last few mornings of the summer holidays, I’ve loved sitting in this happy room, with yarn, fleece, the teapot and Radio National by my side whilst waiting for the girlie to wake up.
And this being the New Year and all, there have been a few … not really resolutions, but determinations to shake things up a bit around here. This is my fourth year in Melbourne – oy! – and whilst I have made marvellous headway with my degree and future career, I’ve not made any progress on finding my niche in a community sense. I’ve joined nothing. Taken part in nothing. Met no one. And frankly, it’s quite lonely. I’ve always thought of myself as a real homebody, happy with the company of my close family. The last three years has taught me, I clearly did a lot more than just hang out with Abby and Julian in Brisbane. Dearly as I love them, I need something extra on the side.
Now, those young ‘uns I study with are mostly a lovely group and I’ve spent many pleasant hours in their company. But they are at a completely different time in their lives – just out of school, footloose and fancy free. When we finish a gruelling shift at the Mental Health Unit, my idea of unwinding is a steaming pot of tea, some knitting, and another episode of Upstairs Downstairs – they cheerfully walk 7 blocks in the rain to spend the rest of the evening in a funky bar. I think they’re lovely but mad. They think I’m pleasantly eccentric.
So this week I’ve started putting myself out there a bit – first stop – the Spinners and Weavers Guild. I now have a new ankle joint for my wheel, a lovely new Romney fleece specially picked out for me, a new carding technique – we’re flicking now folks, not rolagging – a new place to visit each week, and three classes lined up – beginners’ spinning (a 5 week burst starting in April), beginners’ dyeing (held once a month) and a special one off class in Tapestry (the last weekend in March) – the kind you do with beautiful wooden bobbins. And after a few hours spent at the Guild on Tuesday, I am quietly confident that good fun shall be had.
I’ve also applied to do some volunteer work with groups I greatly admire – a Palliative Care for Children organisation (a branch of nursing I’m very interested in pursuing on a professional and academic level) and a community garden. Hopefully it will all fit in nicely.
Today – I finally finished spinning two bobbins of yarn and this afternoon – squashed in before Abby’s back to school dinner – I PLIED them. It is the wonkiest yarn :-) The first bobbin was filled last April/May when long lumpy bits were the go. The second bobbin was filled over the last two days, when I’m finally getting the hang of creating reasonably even yarn. Plied together, it is quaint … but yarn nonetheless!
I rescued my old Niddy Noddy from Mum’s garage whilst we were holidaying. Yes, I’ve been down this spinning path before – years ago, before we even had Abby – but never got to the Niddy Noddy stage. With the Niddy Noddy was a Lazy Kate replete with bobbins, each encrusted with moth eaten blobs of lanolin-hardened yarn – that’s been disposed of and the bobbins have been washed and are awaiting that Romney.
But first, I have a date with the bathtub and some lovely wool wash because there’s some yarn that needs its ply set.