The sewing class was great. Our teacher was a guy! That was unexpected. Yes, he was gay and also very entertaining.
Importantly, I didn't suck at the sewing. In fact, when we were winding the bobbins and threading the machines, it all came back to me from my high school textiles classes. Well, hazily, but I didn't feel like a total novice. We made this:
It's a wallety/clutchy kinda thing. Yeah, I know my thread doesn't match. That's not the point, people (I'm not actually going to use it).
My friend Anna and I were so pleased with ourselves we signed up on the spot for the second module, which is next Saturday. Button holes and zips. This could test us... We're both excited about the class where we'll be making an A line skirt. I even went to Lincraft on my way home to have a look at fabric (I have to say fabric, rather than material, now that I can sew).
I stopped in at Queen Vic Market (not the food bit) and bought myself a self-heating gel heat pack that's shaped especially for your neck and shoulders (I've had a major pain in the neck this week, which didn't help my mood). You press a little metal disc inside the heat pack and - voila! - it gets hot. Toasteeeeee.
Then tonight I walked up to Hamer Hall to see the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra. It was an experience and, in the interests of trying new things, I'm not sorry I went, but the music for the most part was just a bit...well, noisy. I won't be buying the CD (yes, there is one). I think if I go again I'll stick with the classics or the pops series, rather than contemporary stuff.
But the conductor was fun to watch. I actually laughed when he first started spasming and twitching about. I wondered if he deliberately keeps his hair floppy so he can flip it about while conducting. And I also pondered how the orchestra bosses select the person who clangs the cymbals. Would there really be much separating the talents of one cymbal-clanger and the next? Most of the time tonight the cymbal dude just sat on his stool, waiting to clang. Oh, and gong. He had one good bong of the gong.
Imagine if you're the clanger/gonger and you meet an attractive lady at a party and she's all, "So, what do you do?"...
Clanger/gonger (swaggery): "Well, I'm in the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra actually."
Attractive lady (with interest piqued): "Oh, really? A musician! And what do you play?"
Clanger/gonger: "The cymbals. And also the gong."
Attractive lady: "Oh? Oh. Well. If you'll excuse me..."
I imagine that's why the term "percussionist" was invented, though personally I prefer clanger/gonger.
Anyway, it was a night out and now I can make out like I'm cultured because I've seen the MSO perform.