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Nov. 5th, 2019 11:04 pmToday I was introduced to Vincent's, a shared art space on Manners Street where anyone can turn up and make whatever they like with the resources and equipment provided, at no charge. There are beads, clay, potter's wheels, a kiln, presses, fabrics, interesting paper, boxes of buttons, pieces of old jewellery. Even for someone fairly uncrafty, it's a delight to fossick around in. There's an attached gallery, and various classes on Tuesdays. While my friend finished scoring out a stamp shaped like a van and rolled ink on a clear perspex plate, I strung together beads on copper wire to hang on my wall. In the front of a beading book I found this, and copied it out:
"It would seem strange to be able to pick beads for a chain in one's own garden, yet that is what is done by two girls on Long Island. They have a plant on which grow Job's-tears. These tear-shaped seeds, ranging in color from pearly white to black (there are brown ones too) make attractive muff-chains. The gray ones are strung with cut-steel seed beads, two between each of the Job's-tears, and the brown in the same way, using gold beads to separate them. But beware, if you raise Job's-tears, of using them in their natural state. They should be boiled like chestnuts before stringing, for a tiny grub is often found in them, and he may at any time make a meal of the silk on which the beads are strung".
-Mary White, How To Do Bead Work.
That seems ready to become fable at the slightest of nudges -- perhaps it doesn't even want the nudge.
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Everything is out of my old room, at last, and new tenants moving in this coming weekend. The paperwork is signed, therefore it is real. I've given over my key, and my new room has entered a new phase of being full of boxes (and a saint).
My flatmate Luke has given in at last, and adopted the kitten.
seahearth, you should still come and visit her on Friday if it suits, but there's no longer a rush. I'm pleased she's staying! Also, anyone within radius, be warned: I am now a kitten vector. There will be others, and if you want not to have cats in your lives you should adopt that position firmly, or you will sooner or later adopt a kitten instead. Angelo's friend group is a cautionary tale: riddled with them.
Biology exams are finished. The last course of my degree (all going well) begins in five days: Dionysos.
"It would seem strange to be able to pick beads for a chain in one's own garden, yet that is what is done by two girls on Long Island. They have a plant on which grow Job's-tears. These tear-shaped seeds, ranging in color from pearly white to black (there are brown ones too) make attractive muff-chains. The gray ones are strung with cut-steel seed beads, two between each of the Job's-tears, and the brown in the same way, using gold beads to separate them. But beware, if you raise Job's-tears, of using them in their natural state. They should be boiled like chestnuts before stringing, for a tiny grub is often found in them, and he may at any time make a meal of the silk on which the beads are strung".
-Mary White, How To Do Bead Work.
That seems ready to become fable at the slightest of nudges -- perhaps it doesn't even want the nudge.
...
Everything is out of my old room, at last, and new tenants moving in this coming weekend. The paperwork is signed, therefore it is real. I've given over my key, and my new room has entered a new phase of being full of boxes (and a saint).
My flatmate Luke has given in at last, and adopted the kitten.
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Biology exams are finished. The last course of my degree (all going well) begins in five days: Dionysos.