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Underwater Basketweaving as a Metaphor for Organising Your Life -- Class 3, Period 2 [Tuesday]
There was a wide variety of materials available for the students to peruse when they got to the pool. Swimwear was, again, expected -- the students had been handwavily informed of that -- even though, today, they weren't going to be getting into the water.
At least, not completely.
Rather than have them enter the ocean, there were low tubs filled with water and various reeds, rushes, and stems in neat piles by each tub. Neat wooden basket frames of all shapes, sizes, and colours were also nearby.
“Good morning,” Juli said, smiling slightly, swinging a small basket in one hand. “Last week we covered basic swimming and, as such, this week we’ll be covering the basic part of weaving. This,” she held up the basket, “is one such attempt at weaving. To create this, you must first pick a frame appropriate for what you’re trying to do, and then pick the rest of your materials.”
She waited patiently for the class to do just that. “Upon that,” Juli said. “It is customary for the materials to be soaked in water until soft—much of that has already been done as it would take longer than a class period to do so—before you take the frame and submerse it in the water as well.”
Lulu took up the lecture. “Start at one side of the frame and work your way around over and under," she said, demonstrating with her own basket, "making sure to keep the layers as you go up pressed close against one another while keeping the actual weaving rather loose—most materials will shrink upon drying and draw your basket tighter." She pulled up an example basket she'd prepared earlier -- the frame had cracked in three places, and the reeds with which it was constructed were tearing. "Pulling too tight now will only wind up with a broken basket once it dries. Any questions?”
“Then you may begin.”
[Wait for the OCD is up!]
At least, not completely.
Rather than have them enter the ocean, there were low tubs filled with water and various reeds, rushes, and stems in neat piles by each tub. Neat wooden basket frames of all shapes, sizes, and colours were also nearby.
“Good morning,” Juli said, smiling slightly, swinging a small basket in one hand. “Last week we covered basic swimming and, as such, this week we’ll be covering the basic part of weaving. This,” she held up the basket, “is one such attempt at weaving. To create this, you must first pick a frame appropriate for what you’re trying to do, and then pick the rest of your materials.”
She waited patiently for the class to do just that. “Upon that,” Juli said. “It is customary for the materials to be soaked in water until soft—much of that has already been done as it would take longer than a class period to do so—before you take the frame and submerse it in the water as well.”
Lulu took up the lecture. “Start at one side of the frame and work your way around over and under," she said, demonstrating with her own basket, "making sure to keep the layers as you go up pressed close against one another while keeping the actual weaving rather loose—most materials will shrink upon drying and draw your basket tighter." She pulled up an example basket she'd prepared earlier -- the frame had cracked in three places, and the reeds with which it was constructed were tearing. "Pulling too tight now will only wind up with a broken basket once it dries. Any questions?”
“Then you may begin.”
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