Woodwoe is me, and fripperies.

You may remember a while back I posted about the work the Crichton Writers are producing to celebrate the 80th birthday of the sculptor Elizabeth Waugh. The final product is to be an exhibition and reading at The Wigtown Literary Festival in September, entitled "Words and Bronze". The exhibition will include works by Elizabeth; the words produced will also be exhibited as artefacts - for example, a series of haikus have been etched onto glass roundels.
For those unfamiliar with Elizabeth's work, here is one of her bronzes. "Trio". More can be viewed at her website, here: http://www.elizabethwaugh.co.uk/index.html

One of the works that particularly inspired me was this lino print, "Hare", about which I wrote a haiku.My grand conception for artefacting the poem was to have it signwritten onto mahogany, as we have a local signwriter. I wittered on about this in a previous post. I collected the said item yesterday, and cannot adequately describe the mixture of disappointment and, well, anger I felt when I saw it. It's not very nice; more specifically, it's not signwritten and it's not mahogany.

Here it is:So what did I do. Mumbled my thanks, paid my money, went home and railed to my husband about it. Who I then delegated to return to said signwriter to establish what had gone wrong.
He is very good and reasonable about such things, whereas I would have let my anger build until I stormed up and used that Essex Exocet, "YOUR AAHT TOF AWWDAH".
Well, delegation availed me nothing. Transmission of instructions the area on which our two versions of "the commissioning" disagree.
But don't you just hate that feeling you get when you think something is going to be good, and then it isn't. That's grown-up land, I suppose.

Anyway, on a much cheerier note, lots of ribbon arrived for my other poem artefact, or artefact poem. None of it is suitable, but at least it's lovely in its own right and now it's mine.And finally, sometimes things do exceed expectations. Here are the gorgeous robots created by the poet Aiko Harman, who blogs here: http://www.aikowrites.blogspot.com/
They have been christened "Roby 1" and "Auto" and are, according to the boys, perfect.
I can't disagree.