I have to laugh at myself. I was heading up the highway this evening when I happened to notice one of those electronic billboards that I pass everyday on my way home from the office. “The Sewer Band” will be performing tonight at the
. Marin Civic Center
A band of sewers – well, that sounds fantastic – may I join the group? Is it some sort of updated quilting bee that incorporates an audience? Are a bunch of tailors and seamstresses performing in a band? Or do they use a needle and thread while performing? Perhaps singers somehow incorporate the use of old Singer treadle machines?
Clearly, it was the end of the day and I was a bit befuddled, to say the least.
And then it hit me . . . today I was the clueless character in a farce who can see what is in front of her, but the actual meaning passes right on by without making any sort of impression.
The reality is that the members of this particular band live in the same sanitary/sewer district, which is where the name comes from.
In all honesty, I am thrilled that my mind did not immediately go to the gutter/sewer. I wonder what percentage of the population sees the word “sewer” and thinks of an individual who sews? I would wager, not a very high percentage.
Isn’t the English language fun?!
With all of the recent discussions about words to describe those of us who sew, I am a bit embarrassed to admit that the context was not immediately apparent to me.
Has anyone else had a moment in which it became abundantly clear that you are living in a world according to creativity rather than reality?
Things could be a whole lot worse, right?!
Although, I take Tino out for a walk and am thinking about how to insert the lining in the dress sitting in pieces on my sewing table. You know those people who may soon get ticketed for texting while walking? Well, I may be the first person to be arrested for "conceptual sewing while walking."