My parents have been away on holiday and I just got the call to say they are on the road home. The next few hours will be spent tidying all my crap away from the living room (scarves, notebooks, wool, my books, library books, etc) and the ironing pile I have so far ignored. I hate ironing because I cannot iron, and no amount of ironing seems to make it easier. Thus I iron and everything still looks creased.
I have wool lying about because yesterday I went on a crochet workshop at uni. It is part of a Skills Swap Shop organised by some of the textile students, its idea is to share their skills and learn new ones, and to stop traditional crafts being lost. I was quite horrified to hear that starting this year the new textile students are no longer taught handknitting. I think it is a shame, surely knowing and understanding the traditional methods aids in learning and using modern methods – just the knowledge of how things used to be done, were capable of being created, prior to more modern methods is reason alone. It is the equivalent of life drawing being taken out of Fine Art.
Anyhow, the crochet workshop was really nice, and the girl running it, Victoria, was lovely and very helpful. The time went so fast and it was so relaxing. I have not crocheted in a while but it came back to me easy enough, just these pesky rounds that I can never get my head around. They had lovely proper old fashioned sofas and chairs, with a tea and biscuits – it was great. I am definitely going to take it up again. I would, somehow, like to involve it in my own artwork and I have a few ideas so … we will see :) All the workshops sounded great and included Hand Knitting, Hand Weaving, Wood Carving, Hand Felting, Hand Book Binding, Lino Printing, Making Accessories and Clothes Customising. If I was not so concerned about getting on with my own artwork I would probably have done a couple more.
Tags: Crochet