It was my birthday on Saturday – we’re not going to discuss numbers but it was between 66 and 68. The loved one and I had planned a family lunch for our son, wife, youngest granddaughter, daughter, boyfriend, and old family friend and our son’s in laws. (Ten in all.) So when our youngest daughter, husband and son – Ben of whom you may have seen me write previously – arrived unannounced on the doorstop on Friday evening, I smelled the proverbial rat and discovered that I was the only one unaware of this visit.
The buggers had been plotting behind my back. It was not a quiet weekend. (We are not a quiet family, truth to tell.) But we did have fun. There were two birthday cakes and enough food to feed an army. Both young ones were impeccably behaved, given their ages, and the rest of us weren’t too bad either.
However, it did mean that the blog didn’t get written, the journal was not completed and the 100 day project is already falling behind. And you know what? It doesn’t matter, because I had my wonderful family around me for my birthday and we all had a jolly time.
The three surprises went home this morning and the family joke is that, as their car goes off the drive, the loved one has the vacuum cleaner out and ready to go. Instead, he started by cleaning all the infant finger prints off the glass doors, as well as the smiley faces Ben had drawn by licking his fingers and drawing on the glass. (Very popular with the loved one, that was.) So, when they stopped for a break half way home, my daughter called to make sure we were missing them and casually asked how the Hoover (vacuum cleaner for all you transatlantic types) was bearing up under the strain.
You may imagine the glee with which she received the news that it had gone off with a bang and is now defunct. So the afternoon has been spent researching new vacuum cleaners on the internet (The loved one) and stripping and remaking the beds. (Me)
One of my presents was a couple of index card boxes of a size perfect for storing swap tiles. (Well, one for swap tiles, one for Diva tiles, eventually. ) I started organising the first one of these, lost interest within minutes and made a cuppa instead. Not looking all that promising at the moment but I will get round to it. No, really, I will.
And then I reaslised it was monday and the Diva Challenge, so I had a look at her blog.
This week’s challenge is a String challenge – and that being to trace your fingers in interesting ways and to use that as your string.
Well this didn’t particularly float my boat but on the other hand it didn’t repel me either, so I gave it a go. I drew round the ends of my fingers from three different angles and then selected patterns beginning with F for fingers to fill in the spaces. I like the string it made but am less sure about the patterns I chose. New to me were Flevo and Flec, then I added Florez and Frunky too. It’s OK but lacks definition.
Anyway, it’ll have to do because it’s time for bed and I have another big day tomorrow, Yup, you guessed, we’re going out to buy a vacuum cleaner. Does the excitement never end?
So, for now, farewell, world and be good, won’t you? (Well, good -ish)
And why “tidy” is a four letter word. I mean, come on, who likes tidying? I like my rooms to be tidy. I like planning a tidy up. I even like starting to tidy. But actually completing the job? I don’t think so. The tidy gene just passed me by at birth. I start, knowing I am doomed to failure. So many distractions along the way.
There are all those things you find, that you didn’t know you’d lost and you simply have to see if they still work. Which brings the tidying process to an abrupt halt. There are all those things you bought because you just had to have them and now all you can think of is “why?”. There are all those parts of things that you can’t remember where you put the remaining parts of them. There are parts of other things that you suspect you’ve thrown away because you’d lost the bit you now have in your hand. Not to mention the guilt trip about A. all the projects you started and never finished and B. all the projects you bought stuff for and never even started.
And there’s never enough space to spread them all out in some sort of order so you can put related articles together ready to put them away. All I ever end up with is a big box of stuff that doesn’t have a permanent home. (The box, of course, becomes the permanent home.) And for a while, a few hours at best, I can see that my desk has a wooden surface.
Please don’t say it’s just me or I shall have to go and throw myself in the canal. And when I’m dead and gone the loved one and my kids will tidy it all up – straight into the dustbin. I suppose I could cut out the middle man and chuck it all away myself. Then there’d be room to buy some more.
You know what? I’m feeling better already. (And of course, writing in my blog about tidying is the perfect displacement activity for actually doing anything.) Well, I think I’ll just take this mug downstairs and wash it before I start the tidying.
And when I get downstairs I will see the the unfinished aardvark I’m making for my grandson’s “wife”. (He says they’ve been on a date so now she’s his wife.) Obviously.(They’re 8, by the way.) She’s Miss Snooty Tooty – the aardvark, not the wife – because his one, which I made him for Christmas, is Mr Snooty Tooty. Not Mrs, you’ll notice, Miss. I love 8 year old logic. It was yesterday that he asked me to make it for her and he phoned this morning for a progress report. Bless.
After making the unicorn and then a doll at Christmas for Isla, my youngest granddaughter, I was told how all the mums at school had been asking if she could get one for their children. My daughter in law, who knows me well, said she thought no, that I only crochet for family and friends. (Quite right too.) However, it set me thinking and I decided to make a couple of things to be raffled at the school Summer Fair, assuming that we have a Summer this year, of course. I’ve plenty of yarn – no surprises there – so I may make a couple more. And, this is the good bit, it will use up spare yarn and make things a bit tidier.
I have been drawing too. The bookmarks for the swap are going a bit better. I saw Helen Williams’ blog about Gourdjeous and had a go to see if it would make a border. And then, it goes without saying, I watched a couple more of her videos, which led to me using Heartfully on another one and making a mental note to use Ruffles on another.
So I then went on a You Tube expedition and resurfaced three days later with a headache and so may ideas on using patterns I haven’t used for ages. Like Awrop, and Dooleedoo and Frondous and… and… and…
Still haven’t started tidying.
And then it’s Diva Day , which takes priority, of course.
Well this week’s Challenge is a humdinger and no mistake.
So the past week or so i kept seeing this really great tangle popping up on Instagram. Seeing as the first Monday of the month is when we use a tangle created by one of you, i thought this week’s challenge would be to use Pickpocket by Tomas Pedros.
It takes a bit of concentration, not one you would just sit down and rattle off for the fun of it but I absolutely loved it. This is a first attempt but I’m not unhappy with it.
So I’ll finish on a high note and go and get on with some tidying. Maybe.
Dawdling first because we are away in Tenerife at the moment, escaping the English Spring. Did I say Spring? Hmmmm. Anyway, it’s sunny here, with a gentle breeze coming in off the sea. Very relaxing. I’ve brought my crochet and pens, of course. So far, I’ve made two small crochet teddy bears and started a shawl/scarf but done very little drawing. This is mainly because of the dawdling. When we go out for a walk I take a little bag with yarn and hook and sit in the sun every couple of hundred yards to do a couple of rows of crochet. The drawing tends to get done at the table on our balcony but, this holiday, it’s a walled terrace which makes me feel hemmed in and I don’t like sitting there, so I prefer the small balcony, which doesn’t have a table to rest on. Hey ho, munt grumble eh?
And we keep meeting really nice people and sitting having a gossip and a beer/coffee/wine because you have to make sure you keep hydrated in these warm climates don’t you? Don’t want to get all withered and prunish do we?
It’s only when you go to places like Tenerife that you realise how many people there are in this world without any sense of self preservation. Apart from those poor souls who overdo it in the sun on their first day and spend the rest of their time with skin as tight as a drum, red as beetroot and tender as a good sirloin. Actually, I had a lovely rare sirloin the other night that was definitely less well cooked than some of the visitors to the restaurant in question. (Mainly Brits, I’m afraid.)
Then there are those people who go all the way up Mt Teide, over neck -breakingly bumpy roads, to strap themselves to a giant kites and leap off the edge of a cliff. We watch them a lot and it’s fascinating seeing them swirling in the air, finding thermals and swooping up again, until they corkscrew down and land on the beach with a well controlled run across the sand. Sometimes they seem awful close to the roof tops.
And of course, on Tenerife you take your life in your hands every time you go for a drive. The driving on the motorway is -I’m hesitating to find the right word – scary? erratic? idiosyncratic? individual? Many of the drivers have that “If I don’t look at it, it won’t hit me.” sort of attitude and the weird thing is, it often works!
Well, what with this hectic round of hedonistic pleasure, I’ve done little more drawing and arrived home last night full of good resolutions. I have a swap to do – bookmarks with borders. I’m trying to use unfamiliar patterns or ones that don’t scream “border” at me. A lot of false starts so far though. I’m determined to use Toodles, which is easy and yet not, as you can see from the two disastrous beginnings here. Both on water colour card stained with very dilute Brusho inks. I’m going to gesso over these and try again on the reverse.
I’m not liking the Nzeppel either, trying for the Dingbatz effect but, again, not getting it yet. I had intended doing holey Hollibaugh through the Nzeppel but can’t quite make it work. Maybe I’ll come up with a Plan B, who knows? And as for the one with Verve in the corners, well, least said, soonest mended, I think. However, I think I might make a success of the wobbly stripe with warty blobs, whose name I’ve forgotten. Fingers crossed.
And the Diva Challenge this week is to use Paradox, so I thought I’d try it in a border frame for one of these book marks. It took ages because I did lots of small spaces, mainly because my lines go all wobbly if they are long. And then the shading went belly up because I thought the pencil was brown ish and it was really a sort of mustard. anyway, I mixed in a couple of other colours ans it doesn’t look to bad now.
And so, world, I’ll say a fond farewell until next time. Be good -ish, won’t you?
No this is not another rant about people who drive too fast and make me furious. It’s more about trying to be fast and ending up being furious because I should have taken my time. It’s my default method with just about everything I do, whether for work or play. Enjoying the process for its own sake is still something I struggle with at times.
However, last week’s Diva Challenge really helped me just get into the process. The pattern was Verve, which is a favourite of mine but it had sort of slipped into my mental background, so to speak. Having done the Challenge, I felt the need to do more, so I had a look through my new journal and found a page with a sort of small, geometric patterned background. Why I didn’t choose something curvy to go with Verve I don’t know but I’m not sorry.
Instead of using a string and filling the spaces with Verve, I drew the little rings that it begins with, as if starting Rumpus, and set off to see where it took me. I coloured and shaded with Promarker pens in colours I thought toned with the paper and I was really pleased with the result. (See? Modest too!)
The drawback with using alcohol based pens like Promarkers is that they often soak through the paper, an effect I had forgotten, so when I turned to the next page, I discovered that the back of my drawing, which happened to be on a double sided paper, had a character all its own. To my chagrin, it didn’t end there, as you can see from the picture below. I think I will just join the dots and go on from there!
Looking at other people’s responses to the Diva Challenge gives me a lot of pleasure – and ideas – and last week I read Cyndee Pelley’s blog https://thetirelesstangler.com/2018/03/14/diva-challenge-355-and-the-new-kitchen-table-tangle/. Her take on Verve was lovely but she had also linked to the new video from Zentangle HQ which was a version of Molygon. Reverting to my usual fast and furious, I had a go on the reverse side of the previous one, using the shapes where the ink had soaked through.
Bad idea,bad approach, bad result. So I went and had a cup of tea and gave myself a little talking to about one stroke at a time and so on. When I got back to my tangling, I decided that this time I was going to have to go against ZTHQ diktat and use some pencil lines to guide my first attempt at the shape. Naughty, but the first attempt told me that this was not an occasion to throw caution to the winds.
So I made myself a string to guide my Molygons and tried again. It took ages because I was trying to concentrate and I had the video playing onscreen for reference. It’s a very detailed piece, using the Maria method, although very satisfying too. I used Brusho inks and water colour pencils for the colour and shade and I think I’m going to fill in the background with Printemps or Sandswirl in light grey plus a frame to finish it off. Haven’t given much thought to the patterns for the frame yet.
And soon it will be Diva Day.
In fact, it was yesterday but I didn’t see it until quite late.
Weekly Challenge #356: “What’s in a name?”
That’s right people! It’s a String Theory challenge. This week’s challenge is to use your name as your string! 🙂 If you don’t want to use your name, or maybe you’re in the witness protection program and you don’t want anyone to know your name, feel free to use any word you like.
Begin with dots and border, then starting from somewhere on the border – write your name in cursive to divide up the tile. You may have to look at the length of your name, and adjust accordingly.
Having eight letters in my name, writing them in my wobbly version of cursive script really wasn’t an option, so I decided on control instead. I divided my tile into boxes and put the letters in them. Sticking with the grid I had made, I chose just one pattern, Measles, by Judith Hopkinson and used it as a frame. I think the shading helps.
At which point I will say a fond farewell and go and finish my packing. Defeated by the weather, we are off to the Canaries again to warm these old bones. I wonder where people from the Canaries go…
Anyway, that’s it until next time , so be good, world, won’t you? (Well, good-ish.)
So I followed a link on Facebook the other day and found myself joining another Zentangle oriented group called Zentangle All Around. It has a lot of people doing ZIA’s and they seemed a friendly bunch so I decided to join.
Zentangle All Around is open to anyone who is interested and will follow the rules. We are committed to the exploration of tangle art and its components in a safe and inspirational environment. Basically play nice, be supportive and encouraging of each other, or it’s on the road you will go.
I liked the no nonsense approach and I’ve not been disappointed, enjoying reading the posts and seeing the work. Within a couple of days of joining, one of the Admins put up a sort of competition where she offered things from her Etsy shop, I think, to anyone who wrote a comment saying which one they would like. In for a penny, in for a pound, I told her I’d love one of the hand made journals. It was all names into a hat so I had no expectations but, while we were in Spain, I got a notification saying I’d won one. I was thrilled out of all proportion to the importance of the event because I never win things, so I was happy as a lark.
I mentioned last time about our less than perfect experience coming home from that trip, but to find a note through the door saying Royal Mail had been unable to deliver a parcel cheered me up no end and they re-delivered the following day. It’s a postcard size journal, ring bound, made up of all sorts of paper and card and I couldn’t wait to get started.
The trouble was, I’ve tried journals before and I give up very quickly. I think it’s because, in the past, I’ve treated them as a sort of diary, you know, “what I did today…”. The truth is, what I do today isn’t usually worth recording. I started one a couple of years ago to record my Zentangle “journey” and gave up to avoid dying of embarrassment. I had been writing as though my teacher from junior school would be reading it, all full of good intentions and nicey nicey. In case you haven’t guessed, that is NOT me. Hence, I gave up.
You may remember, however, that I did the Little summer Project with the Facebook group Zentangle: Tangled and Journaled Too, which is now, alas, extinct. Over the twelve weeks of July/August/September we did something for a prompt every day, which was both exhilarating and infuriating in about equal measure. But the point is, I did it. So I can do it, if I get the attitude right. (Now where have I heard that before? )
The new journal, therefore, has begun. Very little writing unless I feel like it and no set routine for what or when I use it. In fact, I showed a couple of the pages in a recent post and have done another since then. I’m trying to remember to date each entry and that is one of the two rules. The other is, no matter how bad it is, it stays in. Going fine so far. We’ll see.
The page here being March, I think I’d like to do one for each month, with different styles of lettering each time. there I go again, making rules for myself. Doh!
We had a Stitch and Bitch at my house the other day and there were seven of us sitting around the table making paper decorations based on a Dorian Eng tutorial I saw on You Tube. (Where would I be without You Tube?) If you are interested, here’s where I found it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_K9ByDo-8Q&t=5s We didn’t tangle the card but used patterned paper in three sizes to make a sort of mobile. It was a lot of fun and everyone made a successful finished piece.
They now hang in my craft room window, at least for a while.
Two new-ish things tried and successful so far. All very positive.
So then we have the Diva Challenge due. Bring it on, Laura, bring it on…
And she didn’t disappoint. This week’d Challenge is to use the tangle pattern Verve, which is one of my all time favourites, I’ve used it for a string on bigger pieces but less often small scale, so when she said on her video that it made a good filler, I decided that’s where I would start.
I searched my new journal for a suitable page, couldn’t find one that shouted out to me so I thought, Dammit, Maggibee, just use the next page and make it work for you. So I did, and here it is. (I wish I’d done a “before” picture, sorry.)
So, having run out of Verve,but literally and figuratively, I’ll say a fond farewell and recommend, as always, that you be good-ish until we meet again.
Last time, I mentioned that my Dad used to recite bits of verse to me, as much to his own amusement as mine, in fact, more. Although he did include some classics, there were lots of bits of doggerel and dialect rhymes. My own children groan if I start to remind them (Not that it stops me, of course.) and now I tell the grandchildren. To use an old Yorkshire expression, they look at me like tripe when I do some of them.
Is a nice ‘ouse,
Next door is Mr Waterhouse’s ‘ouse.
Next door to Mr Waterhouse’s ‘ouse is Mr Waterhouse’s daughter’s ‘ouse.
Next door to Waterhouse’s daughter’s ‘ouse,
Is the public ‘ouse, the counting ‘ouse, the slaughter ‘ouse
And in case you’d like to know, the next ‘ouse in the row,
Is everybody’s ‘ouse and that’s the woooooork ‘ouse.”
Of course nobody nowadays knows about the workhouse, the counting house (bank) or the slaughter house (abattoir) so it loses a lot in translation. We used to sing it as a rousing marching song to up the pace when we were out hiking and I was starting to get tired.
And then there was:
“Ya can’t put yer muck in ah dustbin, ah dustbin, ah dustbin,
Ya can’t put yer muck in ah dustbin, ah dustbin’s full.
Thiz rahnd uns n square uns and square uns n rahnd uns
But ya can’t put yer muck in ah dustbin, ah dustbin’s full.”
Simple things entertained us in those days.
Oh dear, now I KNOW I’m getting old. Pretending that the old days were the good days. Bring back the birch, hanging and rickets.
So back to the present and tangling, which has been very satisfying, and then again, not. In my need to catch up on swaps, and yes, all OK now, (I think) I had to do a set of five zendalas, double sided to boot. In a panic, I got going smartish and this is what I came up with:
Only when I was getting them ready to post, did i find the ones I had already started several weeks previously. I was not amused but my transatlantic friends got duplicates, to compensate for their lateness. So now I am up to date and only slightly smug. We are hoping to see our friends in Spain quite soon so I am in the middle of a little drawing for them. In addition, I have been experimenting with mixed media bits and pieces, although I’m making more mess than success so far. It’ll come, eventually.
I had a canvas about A4 size (Letter size for those of you in the USA) and decided to do a mixed media piece on it. I spent a fair amount of time on Youtube watching what other people did. I learned how to make gesso and texture paste. (Very enjoyable and messy , it was just like slopdosh when I was a child.) I used lace, beads and paper flowers, cork hearts and a big chipboard one too. I used acrylic paint in a range of colours and I slopped it all over with PVA glue.
And it looked awful. Really awful.
So I put it on one side in the hope that I would be inspired, realise what was wrong with it and make it a work of art after all. after a week or so I got it on the desk and slopped some more texture paste on it, recoloured it with Brusho inks and a spray and sat back. It’s better but it’s still not a work of art. But I’m going to keep it as a lesson to myself.
A. Have some sort of clue as to how you want it to turn out.
B. Plan what you are going to do.
C. Don’t go off half cocked and then wonder why it went wrong.
Stick to crochet!
And it’ll soon be the Diva Challenge- looking forward to it.
Which proved to be a bit of a disappointment. It’s Use My Tangle and the tangle in question was Siri, by Simone Menzel. A very pretty pattern but I really don’t cope well with grid based tangles and this is quite detailed. The finished product – by other people – is often very attractive but all I got was scratchy messes. So I used it as a string and suddenly I quite liked it. This is my first ever renaissance tile and I really enjoyed it. Just goes to show.
Using brown Micron and Uniball white pens.So that’s it for now. Until we meet again, world, be good. ish.
The bird is on the wing, they say, but that’s absurd,
The wing is on the bird.”
Mine did, and he always thought it hilarious. For some reason it tickled him and I can remember, as a teenager, sneering behind his back that he STILL found it funny. You know, that Daaaaaaaaad! moment. Now, of course, I tell it to my grandchildren and expect them to be amused. What goes around… Sorry Dad, I get it now.
Well we had Valentine’s Day and the FB swap was to use pink/red and/or purple and heart themed patterns, so I did. At this point I had pretty much caught up on all my swaps and was sending out messages asking if anyone who should have had one was still waiting. So far, it seems to be OK.
I’m wondering if I’ve found a “new” pattern. I saw a railing in a park in Spain and this is how it turned out when I’d finished messing about with it. It’s easy enough and, to my eyes, meets the Zentangle specifications:
a tangle is abstract, non-objective (non-representational)
a tangle is non-directional, it has no up or down orientation — there’s no “right side up”
a tangle is usually an overall pattern that grows organically, rather than a single motif. Zentangle is about “the repetition of a stroke, not the repetition of a drawing.“
a tangle is at most 2 or 3 simple strokes — “Usually the number of elemental strokes needed are 3 or less. Often, you only need one or two. By ‘elemental strokes’ we mean a dot, a straight(-ish) line, a curve (like a parenthesis), a reverse curve (like an ‘S’), and an orb or circle.“
a tangle is simple enough to draw without using a pre-printed grid, pencil guidelines or an eraser. “It also has to be done without any underlying pencil structure or preplanned grid.” Inked grids or dots, however, are often part of a tangle.
a tangle never uses rulers, stencils, or any other mechanical construction aids
a tangle is elegant, unique
Well I wouldn’t necessarily claim this is elegant or unique but I think it meets the other criteria. Anyway, I’ve given it a name – Wilf, after my Grandad, who originally taught me the songs mentioned above and I’ve done stepouts. If it already exists, my apologies to the originator.
I have to say, I’ve enjoyed using it, on its own or with other tangles and it takes well to auras too.
The park in question is in the middle of Benalmadena and, apart from an interesting cactus garden, a cafe and being a place for a pleasant walk, it has animals wandering about, apparently safe from predators.
On various occasions we have seen rabbits, pet type rabbits, not wild ones; cocks and hens and, this most recent time, a guinea pig. Can’t imagine that working in a UK park, can you?
While we were there most recently, we had really nice weather, especially for February, until the last day, when the Heavens opened and stayed open all day. And night. We drove back to the airport in a monsoon and were not sorry to leave the car for the shelter of the airport.
Our flight home was delayed due to extremely bad weather at home, which closed the airport. Now, in comparison to Alaska or Finland, this was not extreme weather.BUT, and this is an important but where UK weather is concerned, we do not have normally particularly bad winters, some worse than others, of course. We do not have particularly long winters either. We get rain and fog and a bit of snow here and there. We get frost and ice and high winds now and then. We don’t get much in the way of blizzards and temperatures lower than about minus 5. So when it does happen, we are not, and can’t expect to be, prepared.
We don’t do snow chains on cars. We don’t have to dig ourselves out. We don’t lose power or other mains services. (Yes, there are areas where this does not apply – the mountains of Scotland, Wales or the Penines – I’m talking in general terms. And where it can be expected, the people ARE prepared for it and cope very well. ) On those rare occasions that these things happen to the population in general, it is big news in the UK.
So our airport was closed for several hours and we were stuck in Malaga airport not being kept informed by the airline about what, if anything, was happening. Fortunately, or not, depending on your point of view, we have a friend who works at the UK airport in question and we phoned him. He confirmed that it was closed, might be up and running by lunchtime and our plane might be able to come and collect us later. The Jet2 rep was still telling us there was a slight delay and wouldn’t even confirm that the airport was closed. What did they expect? That we would run amok crying for home?
So we sat about and grumbled. And drank tea. And grumbled some more. And then I hear comments, from other Brits, like –
“Why have they had to close? It’s only a bit of snow. How do they think Moscow manages? It wouldn’t happen in America.”
Oh dearie, dearie me. What wallies some people are. Moscow manages because they are prepared for these conditions in Moscow, it happens every year. And they DO close airports in America, we just don’r hear about it. “It’s only a bit of snow…” Fancy landing a bloody 747 on it, do you? Like the idea of hurtling towards the perimeter fence at 200 mph, do you?
Alright, I’ll stop ranting now. you will be relieved to know that I didn’t say any of this at the time to the walking dead around me. I just sat and did my crochet with my lips tightly pursed.
We eventually took off five hours late, landed safely if a little tense back in the UK and dug our car out of the car park to drive home. I haven’t been out since and I don’t intend to until the pavements are safe for old ladies like me to walk on.
So the Diva Challenge is due, wonder what it will be this time. I think I’m catching up with the Challenges too, although I haven’t posted them all.
And it’s more hearts.
So this is the last week of February – and the last week of my heart shaped string theme… This week’s challenge is to create a zendala using a heart string.
I was a bit fed up of pink, so I went for blue/green/purple, which turned out OK if not brilliant.
And that’ll do for now. I’m off to crochet an octopus. See you soon and, until I do, be good, world, ish.