I've been trying to write about this for days, but I just could not... I don't really kno why, maybe because I feel, if I write it down it will become finished, gone forever.
If you read my blog you know that the Festival of Folk Arts was always dear to my heart. When two years ago I got invited as a participant it was like a dream vome true, but as much as I loved it and enjoyed it, unfortunately, human jelausy and envy has no limit, and the story did not had a nice ending. So much I swore that I will never ever go as a participant, if at all I only will go as a visitor.It hurt me for long, those who pay closer attention missed my usual annual post about it.
So this yera when a I received an invitation form a dear friend my first reaction was "no". I don't want to loose an other friend, and I don't want to hate this event forever. On the other hand I deeply respect Peter Deak, the leader of the Craft Circle of Szolnok, and he was rather persuasive.
We've met a few years ago, when this serious looking tall, bearded, man with glasses was sitting at a big loom weaving, and my scatterheaded, ADD child climbed in his lap, and they were weaving for hours, and I could not drag the kid away. ever since we exchange letters, or phone calls every few months, meet once or twice a year, still I feel like I've known him for all my life, like he was my teacher or something. Even though he is working with (foster) kids in the city I grew up, but as unbelieveable as it is, we've never really met...
Anyway, in our las phonecall he mentioned that this time he will not the the "kids" only a few grown ups, there would be some space, and a spinning demonstartion would do very well, what do I think... So at the last minute I ordered up someyarn and a bunch of wool, and for a few days the smell of wet sheep, dye and vinegar filled my place.
Since my participation was decided in the last minute I didn't really had time to even think about proper presentation, but the guys solved the problem.
The good thing was that I went with thinking that even if nothing else will happen, but I can spin to all my heart's desire for five days without feeling guilty, I already got a good deal. And of course, there I was, spinning, turning the spindle, and a lot more happened, of which I will not be able, or will not want to write down. All in all, I am grateful for the oppotunity to be there and being part of some really lucky(?) great(?) who know the right word... meetings.
There were a lot of interest... from strangers...
And from friends... Like Adrien, with who we share our love for spinning...
"Auntie" Clara, with who I look forward to meet each year. She spins as well, different way than I do, but we always watch happily how the other is working.
I got some new acquittances, maybe even friends, like Dia, who is happy about her first spindle and wool. (Dia, braces or not, your smile is beautiful!).
Across our space a full barbershop was in operations, and out guys had their face cleaned up :-)
But aside of the barbering there was serious woodworking going on...
And spinning, like a well behaving virus was catching.
So much my host gave it an other try. He do knows how to spin (isn't that awesome??), though do not practice it to often.
So a heartfelt thank you for all who made this few days unforgettable. My "Uncle" Peter with who we could laugh in pouring rain...
Attila, the maker of gorgeous wooden flowers...we redheads should keep friends, don't we?
Istvan, the solver of every problem...the long haired brigade :-)
And those of whom I didn't manage to catch a picture, Evelyn, Kati, "Zsák" (Bag), Zotya, and the others.
Thank you for letting me being part of your team, for accepting me, and making possible for the celebration be a real one again.
