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Author Archives: Jen H Mont
Un-Tie
I saved these ties from the goodwill pile when jon, my husband, decided to ban them from his wardrobe. I knew that I wanted to do something with them, but I had no idea what that might be.
Enter the February Whiplash Challenge- Recycle. I had thought through and even completed a few possibilities when this idea popped into my head while writing morning pages… I wanted to make a yarn-like fabric using the ties. I was so excited that I didn’t want to wait through the rest of my morning pages to get started… but I kept going… I mean this is why I am writing morning pages… no?
I am new to the process of making something into yarn… or something like yarn so it took me several tries until I came up with something that I liked… And here it is… my Un-Tie.
I used a combination of the ties and some black wool that I had in my leftover yarn stash…they came together to make what I think is a very nice scarf. I am already thinking of other fabric that might be rescued and re-purposed into knitting material… Happiness is more stuff to knit with.
**I would like to be considered for the reform school prize as well. Thank you.**
Blue Valentine's Day Socks…
I completed my first pair of socks yesterday… and I am so very happy about that. I started them a million and a half years ago {ok, maybe only a hundred years ago} for jon and yesterday I FINISHED THEM!
I am so happy- I honestly thought that I might never finish them, but here they all in all their glory … and just in time for Valentine’s Day! Yeah!
Twisting
Twisting and Turning
we dance, over and under
through between and up.
Patience…
This is how it works….
“This is how it works- you’re young until you’re not- you love until don’t- you try until you can’t. You laugh until you cry- you cry until you laugh- and everyone much breath until they’re dying breath….”
“This is how it works- You peer inside yourself. You take the things you like and try to love the things you took- and then you take that love you made and stick it into to some- someone else’s heart pumping someone else’s blood…”
On the Radio- Begin to to Hope
Leaping
I started this week off in a fairly terrible mood. I was hoping desperately for a snow day and I wanted nothing to do with school… It felt very blah, but it got better. Each day this week it got a little better.
Some highlights of the week include gorgeous, fluffy snow falling from sky on several occasions. It was not enough for a snow day, but I had forgotten how beautiful it is when it snows… and on several magical occasions this week I got to just watch. All of my students were so happy about the snow as well- We had snowball fights abound and a general wonder while looking out the window as it fell. Watching that did wonders for my crappy mood.
Jon was oh so sweet this week- coming to my rescue on several occasions. He knows me so well and can navigate my ups and downs better than me sometimes… and for that I am incredibly grateful.
I manged to paint and play this week… and I managed to *finally* finish the brown and green sweater that I had been working on for 300 million years…. I also finished a shawl that I had been working on for quite a bit. All of that made me quite happy. I even worked some on my never ending socks… that look more like socks each day… we shall see if they ever do turn into proper socks.
So this morning the sky is a pale blue… it looks like it will be cold, but not too cold and I am feeling good. Jon and I have talked about wandering around a bit this weekend. I think we are headed towards East London to play… we shall see.
Small Pine Cones…
I was enchanted with these pines cones when I saw them on a walk through the Chafford Hundred Gorge recently. Perhaps it is my general love of things cute… and these truly look like baby pine cones. I decided to paint them… and so I have.
Life Stories….
I am getting somewhere now, I’m feeling lighter. I’m coming unstuck from scrapbooks, from albums, from diaries and journals, from space, from time. Only a paragraph left, only a sentence or two, only a whisper.
I was born.
I was.
I.
“Life Stories”- The Tent
By Margaret Atwood
I have something to confess…
Thanks to Shimelle I completed the wonderful I Have Something to Confess project this weekend. I am so excited to have finished this project. I am about to have my celebratory cup of tea, but I thought that I would share my project first.
I decided to paint watercolor paper for my pages. I really like the way they all turned out. It let me be a bit more flexible with the colors I used. This is the cover of my book and my front page.
My first confession is that I love a good story. My only problem is that sometimes I like it so much that I rush to finish the story… so I know what happens… then I have to read it again to what what I missed.
My next confessions is that I adore Ms. Audrey Hepburn. My love affair began when I first saw Breakfast at Tiffany’ … ahh- the mean reds and darling fred
I read horoscopes… not only do I read them, but sometimes I even pay attention to their advice. It amuses me…
Another guilty pleasure is my addiction to looking at Vogue magazine. I say looking at because I really don’t read much … I don’t buy it for the articles… I buy it for the eye candy…
This confession makes me feel a bit silly… but I still harbour dreams of being a ballerina. I know it won’t happen, but when I see ballet I secretly dream of being up there on the stage. There is something magic about the ballet to me… it is so beautiful…
I confess- I do have an addiction to shoes. All shoes really… there is simply no such thing as enough. If I had unlimited funds I think that my shoe collection would be quite ridiculous… not that it isn’t now… but…
I save everything… even after clearing through massive amounts of stuff for our move I still have quite a lot. Postcards of all sorts, love letters from the 7th grade, doodles from friends… all sorts of things. The above postcard is one of those things. I think I have had that one for about… 15 years…
My final confession is that sometimes I dream of going to art school… I don’t know what for particularly, but I think it would be quite lovely. I took the above photos at the Savannah College of Art and Design… also many years ago in a workshop that I got to take at that school.
What fun- I really enjoyed making this book. When I first started I was not sure what I wanted to confess, but once I got started I just kept thinking of things… Thank you Shimelle for the gift class- So MUCH fun. Now for my celebratory cup of tea. Yeah 🙂
jen h mont 