Orchestraâ€™s back in session, as are my cello lessons. The programme of the fall concert is going to be fabulous. The theme is â€˜intercontinentalâ€™ and weâ€™ve got a smashing variety of Eastern European dances, Italian overtures, and French suites. Lovely stuff, and lively. Equally lovely is the fact that itâ€™s not as technically challenging as the last concert. I adored the last programme, and it really pushed me to work hard, but itâ€™s nice to be able to relax a bit and focus on musicality. (Fall concert, November 20; mark your calendars!)
Lessons are going well so far, too. I was worried about an eroded skill level after a month of no practice because of the move (two days does not count), but Iâ€™m not as bad as I expected. I need to get my head back into translating squiggles on paper into finger and bow movementsâ€”it all feels kind of sludgily slow at the momentâ€”but apart from that, my tone was very pleasant, my bow behaved, and my elbows and shoulders and wrists were doing what they were supposed to be doing (most of the time). I sounded likeâ€¦ a cellist. So far Iâ€™ve had two private lessons and one group lesson, in which I spent an hour and a half sight-reading Christmas carols, much to our delight (group rehearsal is all about practising group pieces for whichever upcoming recital is next). Thereâ€™s a seven-part arrangement of Greensleeves that knocked our socks off; itâ€™s glorious.
On the fibre arts front, Iâ€™ve been spinning some plain Jane undyed Corriedale for a month, but even though Iâ€™m close to finishing it I may bundle it away and start either the delicious violet, blue, and green Projekt B dyed BFL I got from Ariadne Knits when Ceri and I took Ada on her first yarn crawl, or the stunning â€˜Irisâ€™ Romney braid I got from Feeling Sheepish and have been hoarding. It was chilly at the bus stop on Friday morning and the poor boy was pulling his cuffs over his hands, so I offered to knit him a pair of fingerless mitts. He chose white (yes, such a sensible colour for little boysâ€™ outdoor accessories) and I knit them up on Friday for him. Theyâ€™re very white and a bit feminine-looking, so I told him we could dye them whatever colour he wanted. â€œYes!â€ he said, excited. â€œLikeâ€¦ dark white!â€
Well, I tried.