Blatherskite

Two things:
1) I found a moth in one of my balls of yarn this morning!!! Ugh! I’m kind of freaking out a little bit about it. I must have had a premonition about it because last week I put my entire stash in little ziplock baggies. That’s how I found it. I was pulling out my yarn because I wanted to start a new project and I noticed something odd in a ball of Patons Classic Merino. I flicked the offending varmit into the garbage and noticed that there was, indeed, a little hole in the ball. sigh. I just threw it it away. A brand new ball of yarn. Gone.

Now I’m freaking out a little bit. I decided to cook my yarn (for you non-knitters, I know this sounds crazy, but it supposedly works.) I started with some more of the Patons and cooked a few balls in a casserole dish for at about 175 for 40 minutes. Does anyone have any other ideas? I also decided to start vacuuming everyday. I’m going to line my closet with cedar. I’m not living with little wool-eating bastards!

2) I was interviewed today with my mom for an article in the paper and I don’t know how I feel about it. I feel really weird about it. Let me give a little bit of background:
My mom and I are going to have our artwork displayed at this hole-in-the wall coffee shop in this fly-by-night town next month. The coffee shop is really a super-small trailer. It’s nothing special at all. I thought it might be kind of cool to show my stuff in a very small venue like that to kind of get a feel for the whole thing. It didn’t seem very overwhelming.

So my mom gets this phone call the other day from a writer at the newspaper who wants to interview us for the paper. We met her this morning before I came to work. I feel really weird about it. I HATE being the center of attention. I don’t like having the spotlight on me at all. It makes me very uncomfortable. The person who owns this little trailer/coffee shop didn’t tell us that this writer was going to contact us for this interview! She should have done that, I think. I came to this interview totally unprepared. I was supposed to write out some kind of biograpy on myself (like I have time to do that) and bring examples of my work. I didn’t do either of those things and the interviewer was kind of bitchy about that. She mentioned that she writes in-depth interviews about artists and when she said that I kind of freaked out a little. In depth? I feel a little bit uncomfortable with that. No, not a little. A lot uncomfortable with that.

Eventually I told her exactly how I felt about the whole thing. I don’t like having a spotlight on me. I am a private person. I don’t feel like I deserve to have a spotlight on me as an artist. There are so many more photographers in Spokane who are so much better and so much more deserving of this. I feel like a poseur. I mean, most of my stuff is done with a point-n-shoot for God’s sake! sigh. So I spilled all of that out and then she kind of lightened up a little bit.

So she ended up interviewing me after all. I am going to e-mail her examples of my favorite photographs and write up an essay on “what art means to me” or some bullshit thing like that.

Maybe this is the beginning of a beautiful thing.

As a side note on this: my husband is kind of pissed at me for my reaction. He can’t figure out why I’m so upset at being interviewed. And, frankly, I don’t really know why I am either. I should be happy about it. Why do I feel so weird?