A really fantastic thing happened the other day where Supermarket Sweep was on tv. This guy and his lady could not figure out any of the riddles, but I will agree with them that the riddles were actually really stupid. One of them involved Dutch fudge cookies. And Baker’s Joy. Perhaps a spoiler alert is in order?
My cat is for sure judging you. Notice the little nick in his ear? That is from when he was tough and used to beat up other kitties a lot. Now he stays inside and only gets to beat up his brother from another mother, Lou.
Sorry guys this post is brought to you by my cat mostly because I got sick sick sick for two weeks and did basically nothing other than cough up all the phlegm that has ever existed and cried about how crappy I felt. This is why I did not do anything exciting and double why I did not blog about not blogging. Did you know there is a whole blog dedicated to posts written by other people apologizing for not blogging? I know for sure it is a thing I have done but really I think most people do not give a crap. It’s the internet. You can not blog if you want to. And there is for sure nothing less interesting than posts about not posting (except posts about cats?).
I like it when I find weird sketchy things.
Also I went to the opening of the surrealism stuff at the art gallery and I saw a lot of things and cheated by going in through the gift shop, so I got to see a lot of things before everyone got to the end. Including the porno part. There is a secret erotic part and it is kind of funny. I am going to go back on Friday I think to investigate things. This is the joy of having a membership.
I should also take notes because I can’t remember a thing other than the pieces by Dali and also Louise Bourgeois. I am like all the people who crowded around the tiny painting because it was by Dali and they had heard that name before.
Oh also I discovered that there is a secret about one of the Ken Lum pieces and I have seen it three times and didn’t even notice until the third time. Duh. I am sorry, Jenn, if we had discovered it when you were with me I think you would have liked it.
Ok guys this post has been filled with enough self-loathing. I’m going to go cry about my life for half an hour before I go to bed because I have to work tomorrow and working is hard.
Oh p.s. I read Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer and now I have the guilt again and have somehow stopped eating animals. I still make fun of Nova for turning his house into a condo, though.
This past weekend was the annual Sheep to Shawl competition at the Surrey Museum. This year there were only three groups who participated: The Capilano University Dyed Assassins (that’s us), the Peace Arch Weavers and Spinners Guild, and the Richmond Spinners and Weavers Guild (they apparently do not have a website).
Stephanie Moyle helped us get warped up.
We had thought about doing a natural dyed warp using either Dyer’s Broom (which grows wild on campus) or Logwood, but in the end decided to go for an oceany (and also Canucksy) colour scheme. Is it a scheme?
This year, we decided, we were in it to win it, but alas, it was not meant to be. Not even our beloved oversize crocheted sheep, Dolly, could help us win.
Here we are, awaiting judgement.
Despite the fact that we were the only team to finish on time, our shawl ended up being a few inches too narrow and I guess they also judge primarily on the fineness of the spinning. This is good to know for next year (our carding could use a little work too, hahaha). The other two shawls were beautiful, of course. In the end, the Richmond Guild came out on top with a reversible plaid design.
However, I think the spinning was perfectly suited to our design. Come on. Undulating twill, ocean colours. Clearly you need to have thick and thin slubby yarn to be the sea foam.
I was the sickest ever with a nasty cold, so Hilary Botermanned up and did the weaving. What a soldier. Weaving hungover is generally not fun times. We also had a little live Skype with some of our classmates who were doing the artist talk at the gallery. We assumed the museum would have wireless internet, but they are old timey and we ended up having to use Hilary’s iPhone as a wireless hotspot. Thank goodness for good data plans!
Stacey modelling our shawl, which was less like a rug this year. We are getting better.
Next year. Next year. We’re gonna practice our spinning and be ready for them next year.
I spent most of Saturday night recovering from my plague, and Sunday I met up with my cousin Jenn, who was visiting from Edmonton. We went to the art gallery (mostly because it was raining and I was still feeling like poop). When we were done it had finished raining, so we came back to the Drive and wandered around for a bit. I think she felt sad for me because I was still a weird cold sweaty mess so she went back to Langley to her friends’ place and I went home and spent the evening playing Super Smash Bros with Maine.
Feeling better today. I picked up a copy of the new issue of Uppercase and have been ogling pretty pictures between bouts of Wii battles. I should really just subscribe but I am afraid that Canada Post will ruin it in my mailbox…
Also I have to work tomorrow and this makes me the saddest ever. But I am working evening style, and the Canucks play tomorrow so I suspect early leave might happen. I worked in the evening during the first round one night and the lines went dead at puck drop, so they let us go home early. Dare to dream!
So our grad show happened at the Ferry Building in West Van. Well, it is still happening. But we went there for opening night because when you are an artiste you go to openings, especially when the openings contain some of your things. (I have already failed at this.)
I heard through the grapevine that it was a bit of an ordeal at the hanging but I must say, everything looked super fantastic. Eleanor Hannan, our design instructor (she is kind of a big deal), was the mastermind behind it so high five to her because she made us look like classy actual artists instead of crazypants students.
I did not take very many pictures because it got super full in there and I basically had one million anxiety attacks and spent most of the night hiding behind Hilary’s “Time” piece. So this is sad times for you if you cannot go see the show yourself. Otherwise, get thee to West Van. While you’re there, feel free to buy any of the pieces I have on sale. Tams needs rent dollars.
