domestic 12 December 2011
Ah, the auld domestication has led to a terrible silence altogether, hasn’t it. I was overcome with the putting up of the clothes rail – which is still standing having listed and fallen only once (I put a bit of ballast, ie a suitcase, upon the base and as long as that stays put so will the rail..is the theory…) – and the encounter with the double-yolked eggs near;y finished me off (till I discovered you can buy boxes of them in the UK, which is cheating and not to be encouraged, and therefore I felt somewhat in danger of settling down so I took a trip to New York, as you do when these events threaten to take over. This time I was there, briefly, to see my friend Cillian Murphy in MISTERMAN (totally brilliant) at St Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn. I stayed off ‘the island’ in said borough of Brooklyn in the Smith Street area and am now totally take with it. And, wouldn’t you know it, domestication (by way of creativity) followed me (stalked me, actually, truth be told) – I found 2 great knitting shops and purchased various inspirations and am now returned and hard at work on handmade items for friends and relatives for the festives. And I am as happy as the proverbial pig in sewage. Well, that and HRT have made sense of the year – hurrah!
More on the HRT anon…
