It’s September and Autumn is just around the corner. In the week since we came back from the glorious sunshine on the west coast of France, the English weather has been very English. Grey, dull, rainy and just a bit colder than is comfortable. Our world goes from monochrome to technicolour and back again like an art movie from 1970. But without the bad language and cigarettes – most of the time.
I met up with my old boss yesterday and we spent about three hours wandering around Meadowhall (shopping mall) and setting the world to rights. We went to Carluccio’s for lunch – dead posh – and generally had a whale of a time. Somehow I managed to come home with three new tops. And I hadn’t even realised I needed any until it was too late and the card was out and I was paying. How does that happen? Anyway, we’ve planned a Zentangle day for a select few at some point in the near future and I’m really looking forward to it.
In the meantime, it is my younger daughter’s birthday this weekend and we have been plotting. Actually, I’ll rewind a bit. I have an honorary auntie, who was a very close friend of my mum and dad, in fact she and her husband were friends of both my parents. In my childhood we had holidays together and her two sons were my childhood friends. Of course, you grow up and apart but my parents remained friends with Uncle Bert and Auntie Sheila all their lives. Auntie Sheila is on her own now and getting on a bit, so we were a bit worried when her younger son, Gavin, emailed to say she had a form of Parkinson’s Disease and is not well.
The loved one and I decided to visit her but she lives three hours away, so, as we were looking for somewhere in the area to stay, Gavin said he was going to be with her for a couple of weeks and would happily do the catering if we went and stayed with them overnight. Coincidentally, it was Rachel’s birthday weekend, so we booked a hotel near to her and plotted with her husband to stay Saturday night with Sheila and then drive over on Sunday to surprise Rachel for her birthday.
And it worked like a charm. We had a lovely evening and following morning with Auntie Sheila (Gavin did an excellent dinner for us all.) and then we drove for another couple of hours to see Rachel.
The journey from Bristol into South Wales should have been about an hour but the motorway was at a standstill. Why? Who can say? So we got the map out and I sussed out an alternative route, which was also at a standstill, so I sussed out an alternative to the alternative and we finally made it. We had a fabulous afternoon/evening, took Ben to school the following morning and it was an all round success.
As soon as we got home, I raced upstairs to see what the Diva Challenge was. And what did she say? “SO this week, tangle on something unexpected!!” Stonehenge perhaps? The dog? Hmmmm. I mean, I’ve drawn on slate tiles and leather coasters; I’ve tried to draw on a box, with limited success; the loved one won’t keep still long enough for me to draw on him. (He says I can’t hit a moving target, such a spoilsport. )
So I was at a loss for a little while. However, I keep a box of “Things to do when I get round to it” items and in it there are three fans ready for me to paint/draw or, if it goes really badly, burn.
I got one out, spread it on the desk and picked up a pen. Then I put down the pen and went to look for something else. I know when I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
And then it came to me. I bought some little paper gift bags to decorate a while ago and I suddenly thought maybe I could do one of them. I drew round a tile, to give myself a frame, thought it looked odd so I drew some more. It still looked odd, so I turned the damn thing over and started again. And suddenly, there I was, an hour later, with some very wobbly drawing and a completed gift bag. (One side, anyway.) It wasn’t easy because of all the folds and the handles but I’m reasonably happy with it. I’ll put the name of the recipient in the arch space.
So, thank you Laura, for a Challenge that was a real challenge, I did enjoy this.