I apologize for the unplanned security crisis that interrupted the peaceful progression of these blogs!
We carry on with the show…
The show was officially opened by Cindy N., then president of the Canadian Knitting Guild. The dear woman arrived a few days early (all the way from Upper Canada) to partake in some sight-seeing and relaxation before the show’s opening ceremony. Nova Scotians are extremely hospitable, so, before she knew what happened to her, we had warmly welcomed her into helping us finish the gallery setup. There was still such a lot to do, including ironing the dark blue poly-cotton fabric that was to cover the wooden frames the sweaters would be hung on. Cindy ironed enough fabric over the next two days to clothe the masts of a good-sized fishing schooner. (Yes, I do know sails were not made of thin blue poly-cotton…)
We lack respect, but possess a sense of humour
There is a little story connected to the toilet roll covers. After our Pair of Needles show opened, we got some feedback at that month’s weavers guild meeting. There were those who opined that, if we had to have a knitting exhibit (perhaps not as high-class as a weaving show), we should at the very least have kept it respectable! As one member put it: “Going in there and seeing toilet paper was embarrassing. It shows a total lack of decency.”
The feedback journal available at the entrance to the gallery contained many comments whose sentiments in no way reflected her opinion, thank goodness. 🙂
Our original sin
However, there were both journal comments and a complaint to the Gallery Administrators about a particular sculpture. Eve’s Companion was denounced as being a blasphemous creation. These particular folks expected it to be removed from the show immediately!
My friend Eve was amused that her name was only vouchsafed to a young woman in a sacred book. Copyright issues?
She loved the idea of a person being able to knit their own life companion! So many interesting possibilities…
The larger works in the show were a colourful collection of knitted wearable art and pieces of art for art’s own sake, such as the Beach Blanket, and Eve’s Companion (a self-portrait by me).
With new knitting designers of such talent as Ilga Leja, Jane Thornley, and Lucy Neatby (also still new at that time!), and artists like Jane Whitten, amongst others, represented here, you can surely guess at the quality of work on display. If I had only been clever enough to know that I would, decades later, be writing about this exhibit, I would have made an effort to get a camera and take the pictures!
Lucy’s Andean Vest, which had just recently won the TKGA Design Competiton in the US, started us off with a known winner!
I am sad that I did not own a camera that year (picture taking was more cumbersome and very expensive back then, what with colour films having to sent off for developing and printing and all that jazz).
So many lovely things that did not get recorded! I am quite sure I forgot to mention some important pieces. If your piece was left out, I truly apologize; I am ruled by an old and porous memory these days.
Digital revolution: one of its good parts
Let us all now look in awe upon the technology that brought us digital cameras. They’re in every phone and tablet, too ! Now we perhaps record far too much, and share things beyond the bounds of propriety, but that is another story.
The show closed, all the pieces returned to their owners, except for the toilet roll covers, which went on a Canada-wide tour, traveling from knitting club to knitting club.
Remember the TP wrappers?
Our final act, after all the pretty things had been sent home, was to sit on the gallery floor with a mountain of toilet paper, and carefully tuck each roll into a paper wrapper. Hours of tedium, but we got there. The re-wrapped rolls were boxed and returned to the government TP supply closet.
END OF SHOW.
Lagniappe: A brief postmortem of the unwelcome assault on lucyneatby.com.
There is no protection if you are attacked from above, through the machine that hosts your website. We have absolutely no say in how that machine, which may host hundreds of other websites, is configured. If someone in charge fails to apply the latest security patches or makes an error in setting up the website ‘sandboxes’, we are screwed. This is why we decided never, ever, to store credit card, debit card or other easily resellable information.
A disgruntled insider (employee?) may be doing this hacking. How will we ever know? Selling stolen credit and debit card information online is very simple and brings in a nice profit.
The quality of the website code becomes irrelevant if someone has absolute power over the machine and can mess with any file they wish.
The answer is to have our own machine and set it up ourselves. This is a very expensive proposition, definitely not accessible to a business as small as ours. (I have been checking it out.)
A new hosting service needs to be found. Two weeks later, we have still had no reply to our tech support ticket!
Finding a better hosting service is hard. Each likely one that I have investigated so far looks perfect on paper, but as I research further, all the dirty laundry starts to surface.
The Internet has some jolly denizens and sticky tar pits.
Next blog we return to normal life…