Causing a Bus Ruckus

        Yep, I caused a ruckus on the bus yesterday.  I travel to Seattle at least twice a week via the 594 for an internship in the art department of Anthropologie.  At first, the hour commute was taking a toll on my agenda to get stuff done (which consists of too many side projects; not enough homework), but I have come to find the commute to be a great time to work on projects.  At work, I am around so many creative people and we work on some pretty outlandish art installations so I usually leave the store fully inspired.  When I board the 594, I love opening my sewing bag and pulling out the new shirt I am decking out with knotted fabric or scarf I am embroidering.  So, back to the ruckus.  My newest bustime project is hand-sewing lace decor to a plain grey t-shirt.  While the bumpiness of the busride can become a nuisance, I usually work around it, but this time it got the best of me.   The bus hit a bump and sent my thread flying under the seat across the aisle.  I kindly asked the woman next to me if she could reach under and grab it for me, and while she was nice enough to help, the bus hit another bump mid-reach.  The end of the thread stuck under her seat, but the spool rolled towards the front of the bus, then towards the back, and all around, creating a spidersweb of thread wound around the bus.  By this time, people had taken notice.  The man sitting behind me was directing everyone reaching for the spool as it rolled around the bus floor.  Finally, after a few minutes of quite the thread ruckus, the spool rolled right back to my seat and I reached down and cut it from the tangled web it had created.  I thanked everyone who had tried to catch the runaway thread spool and let some people who were still looking for it know that it returned home safely.  While I still plan on using my bustime to work on projects, I think I am going to make my next project a harness of all my tools so I don't become the bus disturbance again.

Paige, student