…for the weekend!
It’s a working weekend for me: tomorrow I travel to Norwich, where I will spend Friday evening talking to the Norwich Embroiderers Guild about spinning – and on Saturday, I will be teaching a full-day drop spindle workshop for the guild! I’m looking forwards to it enormously. The spinning workshop will be an extended version of the introductory course I taught at Textiles In Focus, back in February, which was an absolute blast.
On the other hand, I feel woefully under-prepared. I’m not sure why: I know the workshop backwards, and my talk is well prepared. My kit is packed, for both days, and all I need to do tomorrow is pack clothes, toiletries and personal items. But no matter what I do, I have this horrible ‘forgotten something crucial’ sensation in the pit of my stomach. It’s not stage fright: I know that one well and we are good friends from waaay back. And I know that J and the houndies will be just fine at home without me: I’m only away overnight, for heaven’s sake!
I wonder if it’s because I’m presenting two different sessions in one visit? If I’m thinking about the talk, I’m not thinking about the workshop, and vice versa. The two are complementary, but designed not to overlap all that much. Maybe I need to go read through my notes for both, back-to-back, and see how I feel then.
That dog cracks me up.