Monday, July 2, 2007
words.
 My fingers are really dirty. I think it's because I keep rubbing my eyes and get eyeliner all over them and it doesn't wash off very easily. I'm in one of those moods where I really want to be crafty or creative or writerly, but I haven't got a specific focus for my energies and I just end up getting frustrated and don't do anything. If I could spirit my patterns over the sea to Tassie right now that would be so useful. I should probably order some more corsetmaking supplies so that when I get back to Adelaide I have something fun to sew. I want to go outside and run around in the cold; there is a walking track that goes around the peninsula just down the road with lots of watery rocks to climb and some sort of water pumping station to explore. It is, however, very dark, and I have no torch. Archaic and obscure skills are awesome. Like spinning wool, swing dancing, corset-making, horseriding, pincurling hair. I thought taxidermy would be fun until I read the bit about using the brainspoon, and just how to tell if a corpse was fresh enough to tan (rub the belly until hair falls out). I would probably get over the squeamishness but at the moment it's a little daunting. Also, making prosthetics. A friend made the point that skills in this area would probably help me to make better corsets. So much amazing art and craft comes out of niche talents. I intend to acquire more. Also, kraken:  |
posted by Enken at 3:38 AM
