Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Thursday is my prep day at the museum. I go the day before the festival to be certain the loom has not been messed up between my weaving days. The docents cannot always keep an eye on everyone in the area and the loom just begs to be messed with. All those lovely strings that could be twanged. The beater that could be thwacked, both forward and back. Someone small could find the scissors in the basket and cut the warp or the connectors for the shafts. Any number of things could have happened--but happily nothing like that has happened. I expect that I will spend an hour making adjustments (happens every year), weaving a few inches, then being able to go home and mentally prepare myself for demonstrating weaving and talking about it for 8 solid hours on Friday and 5-7 hours on Saturday. Sunday I get to crash. This is me (a few pounds ago) weaving at the festival.
I will try to get more pictures. Mostly the festival feels like a celebration of all things food. It is like the state fair. Early on Friday I get a home-made pretzel. This is the only time I have one; only one the entire two days. Friday night DH drives down and we share a lot of the other foods. I get to have two-three bites of many of the offerings but I do not eat an entire anything.
During the day apple butter is being cooked in a huge copper kettle; bread is being baked in an outdoor oven; apples are being pressed to make cider; pork chop on a stick, onion rings, waffles, chicken-n-biscuits, pie, ice cream. Food. Food. Food! Fortunately for me with the demonstrating and talking and drinking a lot of coffee/water to keep my throat working, I do not seem to get hungry. I always have to force myself to find something to eat in the early afternoon while everyone is watching the junior high marching band and choir perform.
It is a fun weekend but sometimes I wonder if I am getting too old for this or have been doing it too long. I think this is the 24th year I have volunteered. One year I did not demonstrate because I was exhausted from my work during the summer at the law school. I knew that I could physically demonstrate weaving on the loom but I would have to listen to one more person say something inane and I would snap. So I did not demonstrate. I did not even show up at the festival. All about knowing limits.
The weather seems to be cooperating. It is supposed to be sunny and mild both days! Hooray! I will try to be better about doing a wrap-up later. But if you want to check it out, see this: www.kalonaiowa.org/FallF