A Demijohn?

Those that know me will be aware that my favorite shop is the dump, I visit there up to 3 times a week. On my last trip I brought my mother who found a few things, a canvas tiger print, a book and a small picture of a pig, all for £3. Tucked behind and under some tables I found a beautiful oversized glass bottle, it looked just like a raindrop, perfect for Our Euphoria as we had smashed our last one. The mean guy who is usually mean but wasn’t mean this time as I was with my mother, wanted £4 for it, I said £3 and the deal was done.

Today SeedSew realised that today was a deadline for something…Caravan Marketplace. Ben was at Tesco and I was left with 3 hours to come up with an idea for this marketplace and write the application. I realised whilst writing this application that I did not know what or how to call this glass bowl thing, I turned to Google and after a whole load of searching I finally found a name for what I now call a ‘demijohn’, in other words a wine flask/bottle, which apparently is worth like £200. Lets not smash this one Ben.

A week or so away from SeedSew?

Today was my first day of officially returning to the SeedSew office. Overcome by the feeling of guilt, pressure, and excitement from having a little ‘time off’ I was reluctant to get the big pile of muck that had accumulated over such a short amount of time shifted into the necessary fields.

My time away from SeedSew was spent returning to old memories of Bristol and indulging in shopping, drinking, sleeping and more interestingly exploring the Bristol City Museum & Art Gallery and Arnolfini. Accompanied by my good old friend Bev we started our day with the amazing exhibition of Wildlife Photographer of the Year 2009 at the Bristol City Museum, I remember leaving a note in their visitors book stating something like ‘I really liked how some of the photos made me feel like I was there’, I had no other words after Bev had talked, yes talked, in my ear very un-clear inarticulate english literature academic non-sensical jargon language.

We then moved onto Arnolfini – INTENSE – I went straight to the front desk needing my water, I grabbed all the programs and brochures that interested me, Augusto Corrieri’s Dance Company being one of them!, and headed to the exhibitions. Why was I unaware of this engaging place when I once resided here!? And for the cherry on the top… Arnolfini has an extremely useful bookshop, they stock journals and books on Performance, YES! Performance and Performance Art! I was in awe, and so I spent a good £16 on the Performance Research journal and Dance Theatre Journal, good train reading material. But one day on the train Natalie was reading the Performance Research journal on training and found that it had the first 30 pages printed twice and was lacking in the 30 middle pages that she wanted to read. I’m still debating what I should do about this problem.

Moving on… to her mother’s, Rowena Adams, or should I say… Gloria who was in a coma after having a tree collapsing on her. (She is Filipino) I stayed with mother for a few days over Xmas as it makes her happy (I am indifferent as I do not celebrate Xmas) that her children are together again, I do it because I love her. Our days were filled with screaming, eating and sleeping. She persisted in questioning me about SeedSew and what we were doing and how it was going and when do we work and what do we do and how we make money and why we do it and what do we do and where do you work and how does it work and what do you do and I’m proud of you. And so you see I began to realise that actually I am commited to SeedSew because I am SeedSew, SeedSew is me and I am SeedSew, I can never ‘break’ from SeedSew, and as much as that was a burden over that week or so that I was trying to relax I still relished in SeedSew and everything that was important to me was SeedSew.

Natalie and Ben’s first day back at the SeedSew office, like I was never away!

Cheesy I know.