Both bets completed in an evening of weaving.
I did not get to the studio yesterday because I was just so tired when we got back from East Sussex that I fell asleep all afternoon! This was due either to sheer exhaustion or the deep trauma evinced by the Hailsham Festival of Arts and Culture; someone had decided to have a display of scarecrows - not of itself a bad idea - but when those scarecrows have been strung up to, rather than built round, what can only be described as crosses, the end result is, not to put too fine a point on it, crucified scarecrows. The High Street looks like some horrible mash up of Spartacus and The Wizard of Oz <
The Cathedral have published their events diary for the next four months, and I make a lot of appearances in it, due to the upcoming exhibition, a series of talks and a workshop day. Tomorrow morning I have a meeting with the Exhibitions Committee to make final arrangements. I am occasionally horribly aware that I could fall flat on my face. I am not panicking, and have not yet had any of my standard anxiety dreams (the one where it is the night before A levels and I have not done any work, or the one where I am about to go on stage and have lost my shoe, or the one where it is the last day of school and (for some reason only known to my fevered brain) I have to find my missing hockey boot or the world will end). Why have anxiety dreams not updated from when I was eighteen? It is a shame that a certain poster phrase has become massively overused and pastiched, because it encapsulates my approach, which is to "Keep Calm and Carry On". It has taken me through BA, PGDip and MFA, so I will stick to it.