“A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.”~Brad Henry, former Governor of Oklahoma
Memorial Day in the U.S. and what do we do? We leave the country.
Our semi-annual jaunts across the Detroit River into Canada always start the same way: lunch at Bubi’s (pronounced buh-bees). The sign outside reads Awesome Eats, so how could we pass that up? The restaurant is famous for putting its garlick sauce and cream cheez on just about every sandwich they make. I’m not as big a fan of garlic as my husband is, but the spicy, creamy combo whips any mayo or special sauce.
From there, we walk into downtown Windsor where he goes shopping for CDs and I usually journal in the nearby Starbucks. He asked me during lunch, “Did you bring any Zentangle stuff to do?” knowing I could be waiting in Starbucks for awhile. “Of course,” I replied, knowing I could be waiting in Starbucks for awhile. I ordered a grande frapp.
It was a great time to work on the Diva’s Challenge #72: monotangle Crescent Moon. I always start with this tangle in classes; it’s a disservice not to include it. A memorable moment was telling a tween class what they can do with it to refresh a stale tangle. “Think about using triangles or squares instead of half circles” and hearing the collective gasp as lightbulbs popped over everyone’s head. Now time for me to experiment and refresh.
Tempted to draw a string complementary to to the tangle, I chose one of my ensemble tile. I’m about halfway through and excited to see what I create! I wanted to fill a tile with moons, but I randomly chose a corner piece. The first part I tangled was the center section, one I’m proud of because the 3D effect was achieved without any shading. I experimented with triangles and squares; I want to use squares more, as the section I completed didn’t give me enough room to play. It’s fun putting tangles inside the tangle, still so many more ideas. I adore the teeny tiny triangle I Moon’d in.
My husband arrived earlier than expected and he waited for me to finish. “That takes a steady hand,” he said, commenting on a few areas he liked. “Talented pea.” I smiled politely–of course he’ll say that; he’s my husband–and replied, “Noooooo,” thinking the tile a tad busy. “Poppycock! You’re talented,” he said. And that was that.