Have you ever had an experience where you entered a place and had absolutely no idea of what was going on?
Today, Irenka and I had had a bit of a "Wonderland" adventure. After misunderstanding the start date and showing up a week early, we considered last week's outing a trial run. Today, we arrived on time knowing exactly where to park, which room to seek out etc. etc. Shortly after entering the room, it felt a little like falling down the rabbit hole. Some people were doing this, some that, others just drifting around talking to either someone else or in some cases themselves.[Wonder] Being the first day, one always allows for some sort of chaos in the flow of things, but after a couple of hours of this, we started to roll our eyes, talk under our own breath, and had to remove ourselves to the hall for a collapsible giggle.
Turns out, we are not actually taking a class per se, rather, we are a bit like apprentices.[Mystery] Sort of lurkers who pick up while on the job. There is a lot of free range, imagination is encouraged and everyone has something to say about everything. Many of the women turned out to be Polish, which may or may not have been part of the problem :) [Kidding Irenka], but you'll see how this all figures into the story later.
The class is from 9 a.m.-2 p.m. Bring your own lunch. By lunch time, we had only barely gotten around to even remotely figuring out what we should be doing. We'd helped some people tie springs, others tack fabric and toured the facility innumerable times. Finally down to business and we have to change our entire vision. I'm sent off to a local woodworker to have a hole cut in the top of my box. We meander around and finally find the workshop, only to be told that the piece I was wanting to upholster is much to valuable to alter. The wood-man is Polish. He refuses to cut the hole, but will make me exactly what I want with very sassy round legs. He has many great ideas, but now we are onto a completely different tack here! [Danger] Another Polish woman from the class arrives with a chair. We all leave with footstools from the woodpile and a butternut squash from the garden. Seem a little weird?.......you had to be there!
I drank only Diet Coke I swear.
I really want my "Pouff" to be the colours of Johnny Depp!
Some say in order to survive you have to be as mad as a hatter....luckily we are!