My friend Laura and I have signed up for an upholstery class, and I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. When we went to register, we were given a list of tools to bring, and I got a little giddy. My immediate thought was that it was like being in art school again. In truth, the buying of school supplies was always a big highlight for me — all those fresh notebooks, sharp pencils. The promise of so much learning before the disappointing reality of school. In art school, the supplies got much, much cooler (and much MUCH more expensive). But it’s been so many years since I had that experience. This time it’s made even better by the fact that the supply list merges shop tools and sewing supplies. Can you imagine?
Somehow all my tools became Bob’s over the years, so I went out and bought shiny new hammers and screwdrivers and so forth, and a badass black toolbox to put them in. And I informed Bob that he’s not allowed to touch any of them. I’ve also chosen my starter project: a ratty flea-market ottoman that’s been in the basement since we picked it up. Along with some fabric options. All lovingly organized.
It’s the day before kindergarten all over again.
The best part about the whole thing (apart from the learning how to upholster, obviously) is that it requires that I step away from my desk for a few hours, once a week — that I go do something with my hands, and speak (out loud) to other people. I’ll let you know how it goes.