Monday, March 26, 2012

Weekend traveling: Ogmore-by-sea and Llantwit Major

Spring made an appearance and it's being most wellcome. I have loads of bairgains and also new acquisitions to my shop to share with all my imaginary readers,but for now I'll leave you with some pictures from last weekend.

This weather and some other random things made me think how it seems to be so fashionable nowadays to know a bit about everything, to be 'informed', to do loads of stuff, to be productive. How 'different' became enough to consider something good. 'Did you like that ballet?' ' Oh yes, it was different' (code for ' I didn't understand anything nor did I feel much, but I don't want to look ignorant')  We are still so worried about our images about who we think we should be that we often forget to actually BE. We are so worried about doing many different and unusual things that we forget the simple pleasure of drinking our everyday cup of coffee looking through our (everyday) window. We are so fascinated about being interested in loads of things, so fascinated about being informed about things that sound important and/or cool, that we are more interest in the idea of being interested than in the interest themselves. We are so worried that our time being productive that we forget about the importance and pleasure of just iddlying. We burry our ghosts deep down where we can't see them and believe we are becoming these incredibly deep, ecletic and developed persons when in fact half of the time we are only adding extra decor to our masks. We should be worrying about becoming better human beings, respecting others and finally start respecting the much as possible at least. We should be worrying about other stuff by now. But we aren't. Not in general and not most of the times.

So this post is also a tribute to iddlying, to the people who manage to just be most of the time, unworried about what others will think of them. It`s also a tribute to lazyness, to being uncool, to being nothing special, to being unperfect and laugh about it. To having fears, to not being adventurous, to not having special talents, to having tacky or cheesy tastes. A tribute to everyday life and to deepening what is familiar. A tribute to silence.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Memories from the 70's

When I was little there were these two posters in the wall of my parents' bedroom. They were both very tipically 70's, and I absolutely adored them. Looking back now, they were definately a bit cheesy. Ok...maybe a LOT cheese. Which is probably why one can't find many of those posters around anymore. Still, I cherish the memory of them and would love to find some similar ones. Actually, one of them is still pretty much 'findable' It was a black and white pop art sort of image of a woman. The other one was  a romantic sort of picture of a woman with I believe it was some roses on it, all in red and rose tones. Yes, red AND rose all together AND some roses as well....I bet you're all nearly puking now!

This picture edition is a sort of tribute to those two posters, a mixture of them both, or rather the little I can remember of them, as they were thrown away years ago. After much experimenting, I was happy with this last result. It brings back loads of memories.

There was also another poster on the living room (which is where I used to sleep). It was one of those very typical pictures of a road with autumn trees on either sides of it. I absolutely loved that one as well. I can't really remember if there was a bicycle on it or if I just kept imagining myself going down that road on a bicycle.

I can remember those 3 posters from such a young age, 4 or 5 years old I believe. Looking back now, that's probably where it all started: my love for photography and the capacity it has to transport us somewhere else instantly. My love for strong colours. The urge to explore, to go beyond everyday world. Those posters belong to my childhood world. A world full of colours, of secret wandering through woods that existed only in my mind, a world in which Tarzan lived in my attic and I lived in a boarding school just as Enid's Blyton's girls. A world full of books, images and beautiful illustrations. A world full of dreams and imaginary friends.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Thrifty wednesday: Java Puppets

It's been a long absence for which I apologize (to all my imaginary readers). I had to bring something special today to make up for all the lost posts and I think these beauties are more than special. These kind of rod wooden puppets are called Wayang Golek and have been adopted by Javanese culture around XVII century. I found them both on a car boot sale nearby and I am keeping them. I am way too found of puppets to even dream of putting these in the shop. And also, I want my Liliputian Empress to have access to different sorts of magic as she grows up. Now I just need to learn how to operate them. Aren't they beautiful?

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Weekend traveling: The Mumbles

Cold, cold weather and tired, tired me. Still, my other half, who is also tired, bless him, was sweet enough to drive us all down to Mumbles on saturday. Did I mentioned how cold it was? But the sea....oh the sea! The sea is always the sea, isn't it? 
Today it was pajama day for me and the Liliputian Empress. I also cooked. Does it show I am feeling tired and lazy?

Monday, February 06, 2012

Poetic Mondays - romanticizing house chores

Mary Poppins:
In ev'ry job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game


And ev'ry task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see that

A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

A robin feathering his nest

Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song will move the job along - for

A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way


The honey bee that fetch the nectar

From the flowers to the comb
Never tire of ever buzzing to and fro
Because they take a little nip
From ev'ry flower that they sip
And hence (And hence),
They find (They find)
Their task is not a grind.

Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h ah!

A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

Trying to believe the words of Mary poppins and having and endless list of tasks that should be done in order to control the chaos and keep my mental sanity, I thought that the best way of starting this monday could be to think of it all in a most romantic and appealing way. 

I need poetry and romanticism in my life. Don't get me wrong, I actually like the fact that house chores are a lot easier to do nowadays than it was some decades ago. Still, I also think sometimes it is good to think back and understand that there is a meditative quality and house chores and everyday tasks of a sort. A quality we tend to forget, because we forget being in the moment and just want to brush of chores and get them all done and over with. So, what am I proposing, to live your own house chores??? Well.....ridiculous as it sounds, it is something like that I am proposing myself, as the ever growing list of undone things around the house is making me stress out and I can see there is no end to it during the next.....decades! And the most I look at things as chores, the more likely I am not to make them. And nowadays it seems that even keeping my nails short is too much of a task to keep updated. 

So here we go, another view over housework.


                               Torii Kotondo (1900-1976) 'Combing hair'

                   Mary Cassat 'Mother and child' 1900

                 Waterhouse 'Destiny' 1900

What's your spoonful of sugar?

Weekend traveling: Remembering Jerez de los Caballeros

This weekend we didin't do our usual wandering around. It was cold, my partner had just had some sad news from home, and so it was time to stay home, rest and enjoy family life. I must confess that I was led to understand though, how much our saturday short trips are essential to my peace of mind. Being a stay at home mum can be a lot more demanding that it seems. As much as I absolutely love my daughter with every fiber of my being, not having one moment to myself all through the day can be hard on the long run. I make sure we have some sort of social life by getting ourselves out there in Parents and Toddles, breastfeeding groups, library rhyme times and similar. I also do my browsing around local charity shops but only as much as her patience will allow me. Her naps are slept ON me and during the night she must have me by her side, otherwise she won't sleep. Which I have said before, I still love. I now she needs her time to become more and more independent, slowly, and I intend to be here for as long as she needs me and support her during that path. I may gently encourage some sort of independence (for example, falling asleep without being nursed) but I won't push her into independence for my convinience. That being said.....have I mentioned how demanding it can be?

Once upon a time I was a reasonable writer. I could put my thoughts into words easily and add a bit of humour to that along the way. Lately, I seem to have what people call a 'mum-brain'. And a 'mum-brain' may not be the best adviser for writting.....

Oh well, all this to say, going somewhere every saturday is more important for my sanity than I thought. It is a family time I really apreciate and it keeps us all distracted for some hours. Being away from friends and family and haven't yet built new relationships around here, it is nice to do something different on a regular basis.

Considering all this, I was led to remember when we used to travel before Beatriz was born. And searching my digital albuns I found this particular saturday trip, to a little town in the South of Extremadura in Spain. It was nearly one year ago and I remember perfectly being surprised by the size of my belly when I saw my reflection anywhere. My bump was really starting to show and it felt so strange and amazing at the same time that that person with the big belly was me! Ok, looking at that bump now, it is not THAT big.....but it certainly felt like it for someone who was new to all that bump-business!

Jerez de los Caballeros is a beatiful peaceful place to visit by the way.


Thursday, February 02, 2012

Thursday whimsical findings

One day late for this article I know, but when an object finds you it chooses no right time to do so. And these three miniature chinese tea pots have definately chosen me, calling me from the charity shop window. They are not lamps, but I am sure there are miniature genius inside each one of them. I don't intend to spend all my wishes just yet, I will just keep them in a warm and comfy home and ocasionaly take them into the garden, so that the genious can play outside with the fairies and all other creatures my dog uses to stare at from the top of the stairs.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Poetic Mondays - haikus

''It's my snow''
I think
And the weight on my hat lightens.

Takarai Kikaku (1661-1707)

A single river streching far
Across the moorland swathed in snow.

Nozawa Boncho (d. 1714)

         A gust of wind,
And the waterbirds
         Become white.

Yosa Buson (1716-1783)

Weekend traveling:Black Mountains

Yesterday, we went to search for a few more items for my vintage shop in a car boot sale and then, after a light lunch, we headed to the Black Mountains. There is certainly something magical about that place, with those naked green hills and those miniature poneys. Because I have been lately too tired for words, I will leave you with the pictures. The first one was taken when too of the poneys that live there decided they should be invited to share our custard creams and put their noses right inside our car. Our dog wasn't too happy about it. If you look close, you can see on the first picture, on the right, there is a sort of grey fur. That's a second very very little adult poney. You can see how small they are in that picture that shows a family going up the hill escorted by our friends.