When I looked at all the Diva Challenge entries last week, it struck a chord when I read Chris LeTourneau’s post, aptly entitled “How do you know when it’s done?”. This is a problem I often have and I often leave a tile, vaguely dissatisfied because it’s not quite right. And then there are times when I see something I drew a while ago, usually something I wasn’t entirely happy with, and suddenly I can see what’s wrong with it AND I know what to do to make it right. I’m also a bit uneasy with what I see as too much white space, like the one at the top here, where I feel it’s too plain and yet… Maybe when I’ve finished filling in the frame it’ll be done but that white space cries out to me to be filled. Continue reading “Following on…”
Every now and then I get an urge to stick with the plain black and white Zentangles and sometimes there has to be a spot of colour. My idea of a spot of colour varies too. Sometimes it’s a splash of red on a black and white tile (Like today’s Diva Challenge tile); sometimes it’s a lot of colour but all in the same part of the spectrum, often blues/greens/purples; or something subtle in gentle tones, often sepia but sometimes it’s not a spot, it’s almost an overdose.
And that’s what came over me while we were in Cromer last week. It’s as if I needed to combat the horribly grey weather outside. These are both about 7 inches by four or five, I suppose and I had enormous fun drawing them. As always with scanned pictures, you can’t see the shine and sparkle of the Gelly Roll pens, but it IS there, honest.
On a completely random note, many of you will be aware that our grown up daughter had a dog, which died recently and we were all pretty devastated. She is an English teacher and we advised her not to rush into getting another dog too soon, but to wait until the summer, when she can spend time at home getting to know him/her and training him/her ready for going back in the autumn. After two weeks she was visiting all the local dog rescue places, offering to take dogs for a walk, anything for a bit of canine companionship. It was only a matter of time before she fell in love and it happened with, wait for it, Daphne. Yup, Daphne. Not Spot or Rex or Patch, but Daphne. Continue reading “A Spot of Colour”
This week we went down to Norfolk for a few days, to Cromer, which we haven’t visited in years. It’s a little old fashioned town on the east coast and, because we were staying in a small apartment, we decided to self cater. In spite of only going for three nights; in spite of having every intention of eating lunches out and at least one evening meal too; in spite of knowing that we would be in a town that DID have shops – we took enough food to feed an army. It looked as though we were setting up for a siege.
One suitcase to share for clothes, one bag for my drawing things, tablet and Kindle and four bags/boxes of food. I mean, come on.
We arrived, checked in and unpacked, then walked down the coastal path into town. We were near the lighthouse but the strong winds meant no fog and therefore no foghorn, which was something of a relief. It was a bit chilly. (You can assume very British understatement there.) The breeze (gale) was blowing in off the sea and, joy of joys, it started to rain.
Anyway, we had a look round the town centre and seafront, which are both very attractive and went into a pub for a drink and to warm up. We picked the only pub in town, I hope, with no customers. You know in the films when a stranger walks in; the piano stops playing… well it was even quieter than that. There wasn’t any tumbleweed but you get the idea. We finished our shockingly overpriced drinks (No wonder the place was empty) as quickly as possibly and made a run for it.
In view of the weather and our forethought in bringing a huge pan of stew, we stayed in for the evening watching DVD’s. (And drawing, of course.) Continue reading “The World Kept Turning”
Or it’s got me, hard to tell, really. The thing is, as my grandson would say, the thing is, well, you get to the point where you can’t find what you want and, when that happens, you know it’s time to stop putting it off and actually do something about it. At present, drawing and crafting have taken over the house and it’s time for me to take it back. My craft room/office/study has just enough room for the chair to push back from the desk and, although I am convinced the desk is wood, there is no visible evidence to support this. The old dining table downstairs is full of stuff I’ve been using for the wedding invitations and beside my usual chair in the sitting room, there are at least three knitting projects started but not finished. But it’s the craft room that is driving me crazy and, if that is cleared, there will be room to bring the other stuff scattered around the house back where it belongs.
And so, as the Marines would say – I’m going in.
Unless I can think of something else to do, like my blog, for instance. Oh dearie, dearie me. Continue reading “Got the tidy bug”
The cases are packed; the hand luggage is ready; the packed lunch is cooling ready for tomorrow and the two of us are preparing for our trip in our very different ways. The loved one’s nesting instinct has a tendency to surface at times like these and he finds jobs to do around the house on the day before we travel. (You understand, he started packing his case some days ago – no last minute panic for him.) Today he has dismantled the ground floor lavatory because he thought it was a bit wobbly and, in the process has replaced the plastic diaphragm with a new one made of acetate. (My craft stash is more useful than you might at first imagine.)
Often, there is a wistful “Do you suppose we have any…?” Silicone glue? What size tube? Brown paper? How big a sheet? Double sided tape? What width? Crochet hooks? Size? String? How thick and what colour? Oh yes, being a hoarder has its up side. Continue reading “And Gone Tomorrow”