I am at Bennington College in Vermont helping with a week-long conference on the arts. There are 140 plus people here, all taking a week-long workshop in their chosen field. I am in the office being the go-to person.
(Note: I have never been here in my life and I have no idea what I am doing. I just write things down in my notebook, nod my head sympathetically and then find someone who DOES know what the hell they are doing.)
It is fantastic being around all of these artists. The faculty for this year’s conference is stellar. The opening ceremonies last night featured 5 slides by each faculty person and it was WOWZA. After listening to each instructor present their work I thought, “Ooohh Ohhhh I want to do that.” Then the next instructor would present and I’d think, “OH WAAAYY, I want to do THAT!” Every one of them had charisma, every one of them would be great to have as a teacher. What’s not to love?
Not so much the dorm itself but the fact that if I need to pee at 3AM I have to get up and put on a robe, go out in hall and shuffle to the loo. Problem #2 – there is only ONE toilet and ONE shower that about 6 people must share. That wasn’t a problem 30 years ago because my dorm back then had a HUGE ROOM with 10 showers, 10 sinks and 10 toilets. Yay – no waiting! (And FYI I didn’t have to sometimes pee at 3AM when I was 19……) This is just weird. These dorms aren’t that old – maybe built in the 80′s – but they are not up to snuff for a 53 year old woman with a cell phone, iPad, iPod, curling iron, hairdryer, coffee maker (hey, I’m not stupid) all looking for an outlet. I’m in a TWIN ROOM, by myself (TYJ) and I’m splayed out like a bomb exploded. How the hell did I do this at 19? Granted, we had none of the phone or digital gadgets, but geez, really?
My husband and I live in a 4 bedroom home with 3 1/2 bathrooms and I claimed the master bath for my own years ago. (Joe is content to shuffle down the hall.) This is bad training for dorm life. Very bad training. This is going to be a big character building week for me, “roughing it” like this.
I brought along some sashiko and a hexagon project I’ve wanted to start for ages. I’m paper piecing hexagons with fabric from the late 1800′s. I’ve got vodka and tonic water chilling on the windowsill (again – not stupid) so I plan to have a few evenings to myself to sit, sew, and listen to podcasts or watch quilt lectures downloaded from the IQSC in Lincoln, Nebraska.
What’s not to love!