*Happy yawn*.... it was so lovely to wake up today, have a good lie-in and not to have to think about that sodding thesis draft!!!! Yep, I handed the b%&ger in yesterday - with one very incomplete chapter I'm afraid, but ho hum, I did my best. In case you're wondering what all the fuss and angst was about, I ought to point out that it was about one and a half inches thick when printed out - that's a serious wad of paper - and about 80,000 words - yes, the size of a book! Probably won't fit the official 'first draft' definition, but nice to see what I've done so far, and I can stop thinking about it for a while.
So I'm going to have a lovely restful day today, pottering about and starting to plan for the autumn term's teaching, which starts next week, and thinking about autumn clothes. We launch the new term with a cultural studies conference, that I'm giving a lecture at next Tuesday. Apart from writing the paper, I was wondering what to wear, as there'll be 250 pairs of eyes trained on us while we're sitting up on that stage all morning.
It's that time of year when sandals don't seem right any longer and you have to sadly put your toes away till next summer. I was looking at various pairs of ballet pumps I've got, as they go with everything. I wore a black satin pair in the rain a few months ago, tripped over a paving slab and pulled the sole away from the upper slightly. I was going to glue it back when they dried out, but I didn't, as I'm lazy about stuff like that.
Now a clothes moth has apparently moved into the gap in the sole - one flew out of the crevice yesterday, which gave me a rather disgusting fright. I'm worried there might be a whole family in my shoe now, waiting for an appropriate moment to swarm out and embarrass me.... like during a conference. I'd hate to be remembered as the tutor who unleashed a plague of moth vermin into the theatre. Though if I was a clothes moth, and if moths had proper thoughts, I would think.... hhhmm.... Central Saint Martins... nice warm, dark theatre.... lots of fashion people in one room with tasty, expensive clothes... a great moth opportunity for maximum clothes carnage and a total feast... yum yum. But I'm not a moth, and I don't really want to increase the possibility of making a prat of myself at the conference, so I'll bin the shoes and go shopping for some new ones.
7 comments:
Congrats on finishing the draft.
I rather like the image of tiny moths flitting from the stage with their wings intermittently highlighted by the lights as they make their escape to the awestruck audience.
You definitely *would* be remembered!
Well done Claire!! Phew, you must be relieved...
Enjoyed your moth story, I expect being unleashed into a room which offers the possibility of chomping on a bit of couture is the height of any moth's ambition - "Yeah, I overwintered in a nice bit of Missoni, quite classic, y'know? What I was really hoping for was one of those Dutch Deconstructionists, it's great, you can live in a Margiela for years, they can't tell the difference with all those raw seams...."
Thank you both, definitely good to give the thing in, the next scary step is the feedback.
I didn't realise moths could have such entertainment value! I sort of imagined people in expensive clothes running out of the theatre screaming, with a hungry but purposeful trail of moths in hot pursuit...
An updated Hitchcock....
"The Moths"
Oh Deb, you've started me off thinking about 1950s B movies now....
'Return of the Killer Moths'
'Creatures from the Black Cocoon'
Oh dear. There must be more!
Still laughing at the cats mother's idea of 'fashionista' moths too!
HURRAH Well done - you got there. It feels such a relief to read that you are lying in and taking it easy even if you are back to work straight away. A celebration drink must be in order? I'll join you...
Thanks, but steady on Robin, it's not done yet!! I'll have to see what happens on Friday at the meeting with the Professors...
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