I flatten crime.

It’s been a frustrating couple of days.  Yesterday I came to school  to work on silk screen, and the sink I needed to use(it has a pressure-washer, which is why another sink wouldn’t do) was clogged and full of purple water.  A girl in the room said they’d been chased out by the security guard at 1 in the morning and accidentally left the tap on, and the leaky sprayer and clogged sink didn’t help matters any.  I tried to wash my screen anyway, but when I put it in the sink, it started to float away.  It takes an hour to get to school by transit, that assignment I had been trying to work on is due Tuesday, and I have to work tomorrow, so I felt like I should get something out of my time.

Ironing is nice.  I didn’t realize how much I actually enjoyed it until finals last semester, realizing I should probably press my yardages for my surface design class.  This was the first time I’d seen the whole pieces of cloth all at once, with all the details in the dye process.  Ironing is purely physical and allows me to think (or not), soothed by the cloth, kind of.  I’ve gotten so sucked in to ironing that I’ve missed my bus more than once.

Ironing is not nice, however, when attempting to use school equipment and finding random blue spots appearing all over my hand-dyed fabric.  What’s with that, anyway?  It’s kind of funny because the reason we have an ironing board in the studio now is because people kept complaining that the ironing station in the more public area wasn’t clean and that they would iron and then there’d be gunk on it, transferred to the cloth, or random dyes or other miscellany.  Well, if the ironing board in the fibre major studio is also now all contaminated, it obviously wasn’t “those pesky first and second year students”.  It’d be kind of funny if it hadn’t ruined my cloth.