A little while ago, I was in a independently owned bookshop, in the gentrified inner suburbs killing time before going to see a subtitled, ponderous art movie. After browsing through the vast shelves of books written by whimsical, curly haired North American men, I started reading a book called ‘Things Bogans Like’ based on a website of the same name.
While there is always a little risk in reading snide commentary on on groups you don’t identify with, I nearly choked on my fairtrade coffee when I read that one thing that cognitively dissonated to my very core. Bogans like short courses!
BUT … I spluttered to my friends - I love short courses!
I love acquiring new skills that I have no use for - and that I am unlikely to use outside the context of a well ventilated and OHS compliant room that is patrolled by a a harried craftsperson who intimates that they are teaching this class solely in order to stay longer in Thailand.
My latest undertaking to ‘claim the title of “educated”, while remaining staunchly anti-intellectual’ is a Monday night upholstery class.
Over the course of 8 weeks, I went from sad to glad!
I am very pleased with my result. I used an Echino fabric with a cute glasses pattern.