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I couple of years ago D-man and I snuck into the old Morningside campus of the Queensland College of Art, where a not inconsiderable chunk of our youths had been spent by both of us, especially him. The sight has simply been fenced up and left to its own devices, and it was a strange world we wandered into.

The place has an almost post-apocolyptic feel to it, vegetation and stray puddles of rubbish had taken over the whole site, on every level. There’s still a security patrol, so nothing much was smashed up or tagged. It was strangely intact.  The place felt full of ghosts, as if the energy of all the crazy creative  people who passed through that ugly brick maze had been left behind, and is still waiting for them to come home. I snapped these with my dinky phone camera

Usually when you move on to new parts of your life the old places continue to grow and change without you, and going back often makes you feel a little left behind, you have to look for the parts you recognise so you can reconnect. Nostalgia is tempered by balancing your own changes against the changes to the places of your past. But this was different, this felt like without you the place simply stopped cold. A very strange but wonderful experience.
I don’t know what’s happening to the site there, but I hope eventually something great goes in to bring life back to the place, and I don’t mean some hideous housing development of units with double garages to fit 4WD suburban wank machines, or a Nando’s

Oh, and we’re not that hard core. By ‘snuck’  I mean we drove past one day and saw the gates open, so we walked straight in. Sorry to break anyone’s illusions of fence scaling and security guard dodging if you’d had them

Isn’t it funny how things turn out? For a few years now I’ve been thinking and saying how much I would love to work at the State Library or similar running cultural activities. I’ve never very actively followed it up, and have been caught up  in the shittiness of my current job (see whinge posts below)

However lately my working life has started to improve, I am starting to feel like I have a handle on things and am really getting my teeth into stuff. It only took a year, but I am Amazing! (my new positive affirmation) and I can do it! I have things to achieve in this role, big whopping things that can really improve libraries and students and my own ambitions. It’s exciting stuff.

And out of the blue I am involved in a Brisbane City Council community arts project AND the Brisbane Festival! Knitting is just so hot right now, and the snb is up for grabs. When I started this blog I posted that I wanted to dredge up my dormant creative soul, and I guess the universe agrees. In commemoration of this surge of positive energy I have created a new category called booyah!

Now I just have to read this post every time I have a meltdown over the next few months from overcommitment, remove the pencil from my eye and remember I wanted this to happen. Here’s to a plethora of Booyahs in future posts

So I have driven through the Clem7 twice now. The official verdict?

Despite the radio silence on the blogosphere, I have actually been quite busy.

And the most exciting thing is that I finally (with the help and support of Betsy, lots of other snb friends and an unfortunate amount of cake) got my loom all warped up and weaving!

So please meet Barbara, the new lady in my life. She’s a 4 shaft tabletop loom that I scored for $55 on ebay, and who languished in my garage for a year until I got myself together and set her up.
So far one of the best things about dipping into the world of weaving is the language- every part has wonderfully strange yet evocative names. See the white pine that doesn’t match the rest of the loom? That’s because Babs didn’t come with a handtree to hold the reed to the beater, so we had to make one. Impressed??
Besides opening up a whole new world of linguistic delights, weaving has also made me a regular visitor to Bunnings, to make wooden bits for the loom, such as the handtree and also a warping board and other bobs.

So, after warping up for half a day (what a process!) I am now working through my first ‘test’ piece in a delightful high vis safety orange 4 ply cotton of which I have a large cone.

Views from side (to see sheds) and rear. Note handy little shelf for snips and cups of tea

Babs is a nice light weight, which means I can move her around myself to the table or the floor (my preferred spot) to work.

The first year plan is making scarves and exploring different weave patterns. I’m looking forward to many happy hours of listening to Joanna Newsom and weaving with Barbara. Welcome to the family 🙂