Monday, September 6, 2010

plumb(ing) tuckered out, (+S3 - day 4 and 5)

or the strange case of the cranky commode...

B arrived late Friday evening. Since he was also doing an artist demo at Art In The Pearl, the plan was for me and my gear to get a lift there and back again on Saturday for my share of the demo-ing, and for him to have a relatively peaceful place to stay while hammering metal downtown all weekend. He mentioned that he had arranged for both of us to get a ride in the morning from K...

the day started well - we got up extra early so as to have everything ready when K arrived, and were having breakfast and tea and putting tools and supplies in boxes when we got...

the phone call - K sounded odd, and no wonder, a leaky pipe had drenched their entire 3 story building, and the ceilings had fallen and there was a vast quantity of water in their basement, she was not going to be able to give us a ride after all. B went out to the car to sort out what needed to be shifted so that the Beetle could take us both downtown, and while consolidating my gear into a smaller bundle, I noticed that there was a rather liquid sound coming from the end of the hallway here...

the overflow - of the cranky commode. There was about an inch of toilet water covering the floor of the bathroom here, continuing to pour over the bowl of the commode. I tossed my bathtowel onto the floor to keep the water from escaping the room to the hallway carpeting, plungered the commode bowl, pulled the lid off the tank to attempt to reseat the flapper, and shut off the water to the toilet. Then I went outside to tell B about the most recent development - Me : "the bathroom is flooded!" B: "I know, I already talked to K." Me : "No, the bathroom is flooded HERE!"... So, while I packed up the rest of my gear, B sopped up the rest of the water with..

the towels - There was only one small problem, now there was a bathtub full of towels soaked in toilet water, which needed to be decontaminated washed, and my washing machine has, for years, only had the cold water functional. However, since we needed to be downtown, the whole issue had to be set aside for the time being, so that we could honor our commitment to the arts and go do a...

demo all day - This was my fourth year at Art In the Pearl as a demo artist. I take the small travelling kiln, and supplies, and spend the day talking to people about cloisonne and enameling, while also working on a sample enamel. (I handed out over thirty class flyers to interested folks.) It is a lot of fun to do that kind of public education, but rather strenuous to be "on" for so many hours, and my feet get tired standing on concrete for so long. By the time we returned to Acorn Cottage, all we could feel was...

the exhaustion - I offered to cook dinner, thinking that food would be a bit reviving, and B was so very tired that he fell asleep on the living room floor. Once we ate (shrimp and veggie stir fry over rice, steamed broccoli, panzanella) I explained the washing issues; (B made sure that I knew that once we shut the water to the house off, the problem needed to be repaired completely or there would be no water for any other use) and we decided that rather than go to the laundromat, we would take a trip to...

the big box hardware store - the only place open that late. Not too difficult to find a new faucet, I chose one with a ball valve (rather than the old fashioned kind that needs valve packing) since I do not want to go through this process again. Back at the house, the new faucet is attached successfully, but now the fancy new-fangled hoses with the internal check valves are confused and no longer allow any water through to the washer (ARGHHH!) Time is running out, but we need to make a...

second trip to the big box hardware store - Five minutes before they close, drop me off at the door and I'll run in and get two new hoses. The cashier is amused (in a kind way) to see us back so very soon. Finally, back at the house again, and the washer all re-assembled, and Houston, we have success! Hot water comes out when the dial is turned to that option. So...half the towels fill the washer, along with soap and bleach. Saturday night I am hanging...

laundry on the line at 11PM
- Still tired, but need to clean the bathroom enough so that showers are possible before bed, now that we have water again. I was really glad to get to the stage of...

the finally falling down asleep...


Which is why there is no picture of my S3 clothes for Saturday, . I wore a dress, in stripey blue on blue, and my Tea With Maneki-neko necklace, but there was no dang time to take a picture!
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Sunday was easier, there were no more plumbing issues (yay!) Dry, sweet-sunshine-smelling towels were folded and put away, and the rest washed and hung out in the sun. My wardrobe consists mostly of dresses right now; once the weather cools off, they become the underlayer, with pinafore jumpers worn over. Of course, I need to sew a few more of those, and that is what my autumn sewing will be, mostly, though I am still hoping to sew a raincoat. I also realised after Saturday's demo, that a shop apron would be an excellent thing. Sunday's dress was this grey leafy print, made from Ikea fabric. In the morning I wore it with a grey chambray pinafore, but by afternoon, it was too warm to wear two layers.
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Progress on the embroidery for the grey pinafore is almost completed, there has been a lot of transit time in the last week, and you can see that there is only a small area on the bird wing left unfinished. I'm fairly happy with the shading on this one, it has been a long while since I did this style of stitchery; much more like the happy hippie stitchery I did years ago, than the historically inspired embellishment on my SCA clothing. Although this is also a kind of period embroidery, just from a slightly more recent time...

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