Under normal circumstances, the words 'apple corer' and 'eyeball' in the same sentence should not inspire joy. I'm doing a victory dance, though.
A good mobile phone handset unlocked for £10, in less than 5 minutes, after lots of other shops had said £25 and a three-day wait.
I had a use for the experience with the Berlin hairdresser. In the pound shop today, the man proudly helped me to find everything I needed: paint brushes, elastic, a set of craft knives, an awl. He was quite personal, but not in an uncomfortable way. There was something in the way he was looking, though.
Then he uttered that old ‘stranger danger’ classic: I have lots of pretty things in this dingy back room here, why don’t you come and have a look, little girl. He wanted me to leave my bags outside and go in there with him. Alright, it wasn’t dingy in there, but the insistence with which he tried to herd me in there was quite unnerving.
Had Mr Fingers (or should I say Mr Thigh) not happened, maybe my wide-eyed politeness would have made me give in. As it was, I heart the twinge of instinct saying no and politely declined. And during that exchange, I asked him if they did mobile phones and unlocking there.
If he hadn’t come over all creepy on me, I’d never have asked. Thanks, slightly sleazy friendly man. You just saved me about £50 which I was getting round to believing I had to spend to get a reasonable working handset that would not eat up messages and calls with its nose in the air.
I enjoyed today’s second session of mask-making. I learnt a lot, again. One thing I learnt was to be even more prepared, and to be ready to Make Shit Up but not in a lying way, when things go wrong.
The masks were too thin (take note, Catherine .Take note, Tanya). The paper we’d used for the papier mache was much thinner than the paper normally used. I thought I was onto a great thing, finding that. Now I’m sure I was, but to have a sturdy mask, you need it to be thicker. It’s not thick enough.
And there’s the thing – each thing to its purpose. Perhaps it’s not thick enough to become a developed half mask. If you work on one of those, it becomes a friend for life. It mustn’t wear out. For a single show, with a bit of reinforcement in the joints, I’m sure it will be just fine. I learnt a lot from that, especially from Steppan.
Why am I asking him to do things a certain way? If it’s because it’s how I learned it, does that make it right. Surely a better option is to give the relevant information – I think if you do that, this is likely to happen; the reason we do this is to make this happen, or to prevent that other thing. Surely the best way to find out these things is genuinely to find out.
Speaking of Steppan, thank you so very much for a lift all the way to Ruth’s door in Muswell Hill. You saved me at least an hour of journey time and probably a bit of spinal damage, given everything I was carrying.
And I got to see Dominique - how nice to see her. Somebody I only really know through other people, a blog connection and through seeing the good work she does. An improviser, singer, teacher, director and lovely woman.
It’s distressing me a tiny bit that I can’t post this until tomorrow, but I will have it done before the bong of 12, and we will find a new way. I’ll be working a lot tomorrow, so perhaps not then. We will find our way.
The thing is to do this daily, and to post it as soon as I can. Not to follow the rules, but to honour the practice.
I’m ashamed that I haven’t done any yoga sitting this week, and nor have I spent any extra time upside down. It seems like a waste.
I spent a happy 15 minutes pulling faces at a lovely little muncher… kind of shy and smiley at the same time, and full of easy glee. Made me very happy.
A great, lovely dose of Ruthness coming home. Lovely. And tomorrow, a busy day ahead. Get that sleep face on, there’s work to do.
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