I’m a bit old fashioned. “No”, I hear you cry, “Not you, Maggibee, surely not…” But one of the things I like is when people name their children old fashioned names, possibly Biblical names, but the full name. So I love to know that Tom can grow up into Thomas, or Becky into Rebecca, for example, and not be saddled in adult life with with no options but to live forever with what is likely to be an inappropriate diminutive. I have always been Margaret. Not Maggie, Madge, Meg or Peggy – Margaret. People have tried to call me other things and I feel they bear the subsequent scars with pride, but Margaret it has always been and Margaret it will stay. Except here, where I am happy to be Maggibee, to differentiate between me and a thousand other online Margarets.
But now I fear that will have to change. If the Beckham children are named after where they were conceived (“Hi, I’m Vauxhall Astra, what’s your name?”, “Me? Oh, I’m Sand Dune Gravelrash…”), if people choose their own names to suit their character, then I will go with the flow, I think, and change to a name more suited to my character. Technophobia, perhaps. It has a nice ring to it, I feel and describes me with increasingly embarrassing accuracy. Perhaps I’ll just become Maggitee instead, and we’ll all know what the T stands for.
Because I’m not getting on at all well with technology at the moment. Normally, I’m OK and sometimes I’m quite good, but not recently. I accidentally wiped all the photos off my phone instead of the folder I had meant to delete. Apparently there’s a backup on the cloud – cloud??? – so I retrieved them and now my memory is full. (Phone, not me, mine’s overflowing but I keep cramming more in.) Anyway, the wretched thing keeps sending me messages, saying it has no memory left. Well join the club, honey.
I then decided my tablet needed a tidy but I can’t seem to get rid of the stuff I’ve downloaded. And it won’t let me delete empty folders that Samsung supplied it with in case I need them, which I don’t.
And then there’s Facebook. Now I like my FB. I only have about 60 friends on it and I wouldn’t dream of putting on there anything remotely personal. (Same with the blog, of course.) I share things now and then that I find amusing and so on but no photos of anyone without their express permission and nothing private. (I tell my kids, nothing on FB that you would not be prepared to discuss in the check out queue at the supermarket.) But people do share things with me now and then and sometimes I wish they wouldn’t. One of my pet hates is “inspirational” sayings. Perhaps inspirational is the wrong word but I don’t know what else you would call them.(Well I do but let’s try to stay at least a little polite…)but the badly written , sentimental tripe that appears every so often does irritate, so much so that I posted this the other day:
Generally speaking, I share things that amuse, interest or mean something to me. This is my FB page so that’s where I put them. BUT, I get really hacked off with these things that say “Share if you have daughters you love…” (If I don’t share, does ie mean I don’t love them?), “Share if you miss your mum…”, “Let’s see who my real friends are. My real friends will share this…” To me, those things are like chain letters, emotional blackmail.
So, you now know why I share things. I have no expectations that my friends will share them further, that’s up to them – you. I won’t put pressure on you and I will will not be pressured to share by anyone else, however much I like/love you.
So if I don’t share, it doesn’t mean I’m not your friend; it doesn’t mean I disagree with with you; it means I’ll make up my own mind thanks.
Isi it me?
And now my laptop wants to up date but keeps telling me I don’t have administrator rights. Dammit, I own the bloody thing, how can I not have rights? But there is a little ray of light – yes, my wonderful son in law, the techspert. He’s coming to see us in October and, although I normally can’t wait to see Ben, it’s his father whose company I crave at present.
To cool my fevered brow, so to speak, I have been doing all sorts of drawing. Firstly, I finished the two for my friend in Scotland and posted them yesterday. You can see one of them at the top of the page. Then I framed a couple of white on black ones I did some time ago. I haven’t decided where to put them yet but I will find a space somewhere.
And I’ve started two quite big pieces;the first one being really bright colours in twists across the page, filled with favourite patterns, using mainly Microns but also metallic and sparkly pens. It’ll be nice when it’s done, although not inspired; it’s definitely just a potboiler. I’ll show you when it’s done.
On the other hand, the second one is a stylised peacock feather. (See left) So far, I’ve drawn it out and coloured it with Promarkers but I haven’t started patterning yet. It’s about 10″ square, so it’ll be quite a lot of work but I am quite excited about it.
Something else I’ve seen recently is Madhubani art. (Also known as Mithila art.) These are from Northern India and are both simplistic and complicated at the same time. There are resemblances to Zentangle in the use of small repeated patterns and the results can be stunning, as you can see from the examples above, none of which, I am afraid, are mine. I think I may try this style though. Fish? Flowers? Birds? Dunno yet but I’ll think of something. In fact, I did try a fish, a Koi carp in fact, but it was just an experiment using a scrap of leftover card. I’m a lot happier with the result than I expected (See above left) , so maybe I will try the Madhubani art and see how it turns out.
And it’s Diva Day again and today’s guest Challenger is Holly Attwater, whose work I have seen and admired before. But this really IS a challenge for me. Either use Betweed – one of my favourites – or do an audio challenge using a meditation from her blog. Now the thing is, as those of you who know me might have guessed, I can cope with the tangle but I’m not a natural with the Zen. I mean, come on, yes, OK, it’s nice paper, mmm, black ink, yummy, now can we get on with it? Breathe, what do you mean, breathe? I can DO that, been doing it for years.
So I chickened out and did the Betweed one, but I wasn’t really thinking about it. I knew I was going to have to have a go at the audio meditation. From the look on my face you would have thought I was going to the dentists. Anyway, I did the first one and tried, I mean I really tried to do as she asked and relax into it and focus but I’ll admit it, I did two tiles in the time she allowed for one, to experiment a bit. (That’ll be the ones with triangles.)
So, determined to do it as per the Mother Ship, as Suzanne Fluhr calls it, I did the next one as well. And this time I got into it a bit more and I did relax and focus and I resisted the urge to fast forward and I think I got quite Zenny at one point. (That’ll be the Nipa tiles. OK, I know, I still did two but I was getting there.)
So I did the third one as well.
You know what… I have been longing to go for CZT training ever since I heard of it. I’ve been saving up for the air fare for a while. Forget it. I haven’t the patience. I ran on ahead of the instructions on the audio and got it wrong. I didn’t listen. I kept wanting to go and peek – I didn’t but it was a close thing. If I can’t do one 25 minute session, I certainly won’t last a week or whatever.
Face facts, Maggibee, you’re not Technophobia but you may be Zenophobia.
Ah well, see you next week, world.