No. Not this guy:
Yesterday, B. and I dragged ourselves early out of bed to attend the Wood Solutions Fair, a day of lectures on all things woody. Actually, they focused more on wood construction and design. It’s more for architects like B. or engineers. I am neither. But the sign up form did offer “other” as choice of occupation. Did it matter that, in my case, “other” meant artist/musician/teacher? Well, if it did then I got away with it! Bwahaha! Oh, and lunch was free and I get to go out and spend the morning with B. so those were pretty good incentives. Teehee!
Seriously now: B. is always discussing his classes with me. We’re both teachers (at least, I was) and I can confidently contribute ideas when it comes to teaching methods. But I also want to fully participate when he starts dropping those architectural terms. I can read up on them, of course, but any opportunity to learn aurally and experientially, I will pounce on because I’m an auditory and tactile learner. Good thing I pounced on this one because now I know why acoustics in my college’s practice rooms and concert halls back home sucked something terrible. (Imagine having a piano lesson while the trumpet blares in the room beside yours. Ayayay!).
Then last night, after basking in the afterglow of thrift shopping, I did a Homer ‘Doh!’ and suddenly regretted not buying the other colors of yarn. I thought I was being thrifty but it might be some time before I chance upon a $1.50-per-roll-of-yarn windfall like that. B. agreed that I should have bought them and so after his class we went back to Big Lots to buy the other rolls…
…BUT THEY WERE ALL GONE!!!! Doh! Doh! Doh!
Yesterday’s outfit (what you can see, anyway, because I’ve piles of things underneath) was:
If you think I looked uncomfortable again it’s because I was. B. took these pictures using his celphone camera when we dropped by his school. It was cold and I felt anxious that people would see me and think I’m a trying-hard model who isn’t ‘all that’. Behind my smile, I was actually muttering for B. to hurry the fork up. If you didn’t notice anything it’s because I’ve had years of experience muttering hysterical phrases and smiling at the same time.
That’s all, folks. See you, lovelies!Have a joyfully creative and creatively joyful day everyone! Man Hands Lizzie