For the one or two of you who may recall my enduring dislike for end-weaving-in, this post shall
with heavy irony.
On Saturday 13th August, the Powerhouse Discovery Centre is hosting an open day, themed The Handmade Revolution. There are fabulous goings-on for those interested in weaving, textiles and, well, making – not least of which involves the visiting UK artist, Shane Waltener...
You can see more of Shane Waltener’s work here (he does breathtaking things with shirring and knicker elastic and whatnot). But if you are lucky enough to live in the same city as the Powerhouse Discovery Centre, you can assist Shane in the making of REAL LIFE ART.
Dubbed the Outdoor Weave In, visitors are able to help Shane complete the work using rope, twine and foraged materials – with trees as weaving looms.
Other activities on offer, include Big Knitting (on three metre knitting needles), making ‘paper lace’, rag rug crafting, a Discovery Trail and inspiration in the form of lectures, short talks and crafty-type demonstrations.
Is this sort of thing right up your alley? If so, I HAVE TEN FAMILY PASSES TO GIVE AWAY and you should let me know quick sticks! It’s first in, best dressed – just make sure I can contact you via your comment.
Along with everyone else who does not live within spitting distance of Sydney, I am, (even given my sordid history with weaving in), stamping-my-feet in tantrummed disappointment. I have decided, that in the spirit of things, I shall spend my Saturday August 13th, stringing up the beleaguered shag pile of a granny blanket between our birch trees – sort of à la Shane Waltener. I shall host my own Outdoor Weave In.
* Note for my Mr:
Sweetheart, should it be me who falls off the perch before ye, then I really couldn’t think of a more fitting epitaph – unless you can come up with some sort of Spike Milligan brilliance? His I told you I was ill is a pearler.**
** For those who enjoy a useless fact:
Spike Milligan is buried at St Thomas’ Church in East Sussex, but the Chichester Diocese refused to allow his epitaph. As a compromise an Irish translation is engraved on Spike’s headstone.***
*** For those who enjoy a linguistic challenge:
The Irish translation of I told you I was ill is: Dúirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite.****
**** For those who have linguistically given up and would prefer an approximate phonetic translation:
Doort may latt guh rev may bro-tcha. (I’m guessing this didn’t help much?).