So, yesterday I went to our city's big Christmas Craft Fair - it is an event that I have long wanted to attend, but was never able to - something always seemed to get in the way.
Finally the planets finally aligned; the timing of someone in the hubster's office choosing to re-gift some tickets dovetailed in a synchronicitous manner with not only my availability, but that of my erstwhile companion.
And let me be clear here - this fair ain't no church bazaar - this is the craft artisan's equivalent of a minor baseball player being called up to the bigs. All exhibitors must have their work deemed worthy by a jury in order to get a table. The caliber, therefore, of the talent is pretty high-end (the prices are, too - but the potential to be inspired is free for the taking). The venue practically hums with creative energy.
As we wandered around, we found that a fair amount of the fabric crafters were selling felted work - nubbly sweaters, scarves meshed with jewel-tones silks.
The lovely Isabelle got very excited - felting is something that she is itching to try.
"I can't knit", she said, "but I found a website where you can felt simply by using the wool strands".
"Hmmm", replied the Baroness, intrigued by this new project that the alway-brilliant Isabelle was thinking of pursuing.
"Exactly how does one felt, Isabelle?"
"Well," explained she, "you start by washing your piece with really, really hot water..."
"You mean, you basically shrink it?" queried the Baroness.
"Yup, that's pretty much it."
Well, damn.
It now dawns on me that all that time the Baron was making Barbie clothes out of my sweaters, he was actually felting. Up until yesterday, I had no idea.
Is there nothing that dude does not know?
I'm so sorry, darling.
You are a creative visionary. And I, your ungrateful shrew of a wife.
Finally the planets finally aligned; the timing of someone in the hubster's office choosing to re-gift some tickets dovetailed in a synchronicitous manner with not only my availability, but that of my erstwhile companion.
And let me be clear here - this fair ain't no church bazaar - this is the craft artisan's equivalent of a minor baseball player being called up to the bigs. All exhibitors must have their work deemed worthy by a jury in order to get a table. The caliber, therefore, of the talent is pretty high-end (the prices are, too - but the potential to be inspired is free for the taking). The venue practically hums with creative energy.
As we wandered around, we found that a fair amount of the fabric crafters were selling felted work - nubbly sweaters, scarves meshed with jewel-tones silks.
The lovely Isabelle got very excited - felting is something that she is itching to try.
"I can't knit", she said, "but I found a website where you can felt simply by using the wool strands".
"Hmmm", replied the Baroness, intrigued by this new project that the alway-brilliant Isabelle was thinking of pursuing.
"Exactly how does one felt, Isabelle?"
"Well," explained she, "you start by washing your piece with really, really hot water..."
"You mean, you basically shrink it?" queried the Baroness.
"Yup, that's pretty much it."
Well, damn.
It now dawns on me that all that time the Baron was making Barbie clothes out of my sweaters, he was actually felting. Up until yesterday, I had no idea.
Is there nothing that dude does not know?
I'm so sorry, darling.
You are a creative visionary. And I, your ungrateful shrew of a wife.
