It started with an advert on the South Peninsula Mom’s group: a silkscreening workshop in Glencairn. It sounded like exactly the kind of creative misadventure Paul and I would enjoy, so I booked us in for a Saturday session in October. In my mind, I pictured something smooth, structured, vaguely professional — the kind of workshop where everyone arrives on time and there are neat little packets of materials laid out. (In hindsight, I’m not sure why I imagined that.)
It started with an advert on the South Peninsula Mom’s group: a silkscreening workshop in Glencairn. It sounded like exactly the kind of creative misadventure Paul and I would enjoy, so I booked us in for a Saturday session in October. In my mind, I pictured something smooth, structured, vaguely professional — the kind of workshop where everyone arrives on time and there are neat little packets of materials laid out. (In hindsight, I’m not sure why I imagined that.)