Ok…lets start out by saying…I am simply not myself this week. My mother is visiting from Arizona, and we have a rather…tumultuous…relationship. She is 70…I am 52. We have never been close, and have absolutely nothing in common. So tangling this week for me has been a bit difficult. She makes me…tense. I actually had to put my pen down a few times because I was gripping it too tightly.
But…I am trying to get into my “state of Zen.”
For this week’s challenge, we were instructed to double our string. Two strings instead of one. Interesting concept for me, when I don’t use a string much at all. I often let my tangles just grow organically. That, added to my increased tension level, made for a daunting challenge. So….
I handed a tile, a pencil, and my book of tangles to my precious Tuna (better known as Mike to most people.) I instructed him (the engineer dude) to place the dots in the corner…connect the dots for a border…then draw a string…then another string. I also had him write the names of 4 tangles he liked on the back of the tile. And I used those 4 (Fescue, Frondous, XYP, and N’zepple.) This has to be my weirdest tile to date…but I don’t dislike it. I did go old school, with just black and white.