David, no reading! Not until next year, anyway.
The reason that David, who is my older
brother, is not allowed to read this is partly because I’m an idiot who
seriously underestimates things. I’ve
recently taught myself, and been taught by youtube, how to crochet and thought
it would be fun to try and make everyone in my family something for christmas. Well, the rest of my family may have to wait
because making a little blankety thing out of tiny crocheted squares takes way
longer than I thought. (To be fair, some time that I could have spent
crocheting I may have spent playing computer games. Thanks a lot Majora’s Mask!)
I have a dream that the blanket piece will
one day be a huge quilt with Pit, Link, Samus, Mario and lots of chocobos. If you don’t know who or what any of those
are, I really do feel for you but you may be able to guess the medium from
this:
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| It's the cutest black blob in the world! |
Yep, months of toil have produced that and
I personally think it looks adorable. Of
course, I always think that the Black Mage from Final Fantasy looks adorable but I just wish the piece was
bigger. Hopefully by the next Canberra
winter, it will be big enough to keep Divvies at bit warmer. (Any Northern
Hemisphere readers should remember that winter starts in June there and occasionally
lasts for ten years)
Alexander (other brother, but not as in Coraline) will have to wait a bit longer
for his crochet project which is unfortunate as he actually sent me a crochet
book a few months ago but he will get a major project too! I even know what it is but it’s way more
complicated than David’s so maybe ten years to finish that one.
The other major project at the moment is
teaching my year 6s Scottish Country Dancing.
A project made slightly more difficult by the fact that many still get
right and left confused. They like the
slip step and most have setting down, but the skipping step still looks, well,
if I say that some of my students look like young horses trying to run but
haven’t figured out yet that they have to control all their limbs, will you understand that I say
it with great affection for my students?
The most important thing is that they do seem to be having a lot of fun
and the fact that they are dancing like they’ve had four whiskeys in quick
succession just makes it more authentic.
The dance that mom and I chose is The Dashing White Sergeant which, as I’m
sure you all know, is a reel. I’ve
started to teach the reel part which involves three dancers moving along a
figure 8 and NOT constantly bumping into one another. They all have the figure 8 part down, mostly
because I drew giant 8s in chalk on the floor of the hall with helpful arrows
and numbers.
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| How anyone could fail to understand that is beyond me! (I would like to point out that this is the version I drew for the three kids who came over to learn it before I tried to teach the whole class. The whole class version was slightly simpler. |
This naturally led to the
students looking at their feet the whole time and running into one another but
I have faith they’ll get it! Even though
they’re meant to perform it for my parents on the 1st of October and
I haven’t yet tried to teach them the backwards skipping step. But it’ll be fine, right? Right?!
Hugs to all, especially Sarah who is currently looking after T'eo! Hugs!
