An owlsome weekend

I had the most brilliant Bank Holiday weekend EVER.

On Saturday, we went to see owls. OWLS! Ant bought me a falconry experience for my birthday so we drove up to Forge (near Machynlleth) and it was amazing. This is me having a nice cwtch with my favourite owl ever in the whole wide world. Her name’s Mog:image

 

Mog is a little White Faced Scops Owl. You know, the ones that do that crazy thing when they feel threatened. She was adorable, even if she pooed on me.

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Mog loved Ant too. Actually, all the owls like Ant. He’s like some sort of owl whisperer. I knew there was a good reason to keep him around, he attracts owls!image

On Sunday we had a little lie in (as much as the cats would allow) before walking to Riverside Market (because sausages) and had lunch at Pieminster. Coffee and pie on a Sunday – what more could a person ask for?! This was actually not the pie I ordered, but it’s the pie that I ate. I think it was actually nicer than the pie I ordered so I was pleased at the error!image

Many lovely new records have come to live with me in the last couple of weeks. This weekend I acquired the new Tigercub single, Neu 2, Suede and Gruff Rhys’ American Interior which is just bloody lovely. image

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in which Bethy goes a bit Instagram-mad and then takes over the UK…

I think my favourite thing about my nearly-new phone is Instagram. I like the round corners and white border. I could live without the filters if it just gave me corners. This was my weekend in Instagrams…

Squirrels for a project that might never happen

This beagleface that I can’t resist!

Me and my Godpup (also – me wearing contact lenses)

Knitted Cthulhu (from the Pedal Power vintage & handmade fair) driving my car

Continuing my own adventures in blanket-making. Boy and girl babies can have blue and purple, right?

 

The new Muse album arrived on Saturday (it was released today – score)

 

In other exciting news we went to .cn for a meal last night and saw a traditional lion dance. I want a Chinese lion now. Also, this week I am curating the @PeopleOfUK Twitter account.

Lawks.

Happy October everyone.

 

Here’s a question: “Hydref” is Welsh for both “autumn” and “October”… but if Wales was on the other side of the world then it would not be autumn in October, so would one or the other be called something else???

in which Bethy loves the simple things

I’ve had a nasty cold since Friday afternoon. If I was a guy it would have been man-flu. Nasty icky gunky business. There has however been something that I found better than any medicines when it came to cheering me up. That thing was the new magazine from the lovely people who do Mollie Makes – it’s called The Simple Things and it’s about just that – embracing a simpler life. Also there’s a couple of articles about cheese, and we all know how much I love cheese. *ermahgerd*

One of the first pictures is a cat. Not just any cat, no. An ORANGE one. The best kind. Also the cheese. Mmmm cheese…

I’ve been thinking about the simple things that keep me going from day to day…

♥ pretending that big things are actually really tiny things

♥ Chips. Proper chips.

♥ roast vegetables. Bloody tasty and healthier than chips, though most of the time I’d choose chips.

♥ my stupid cats being freaked out by some brie (look at Monty’s face!)

♥ crocheting a blanket for Kath’s baby that we’ll meet in February (purple’s unisex, right? Do people still say unisex? It’s not pastel. I don’t do pastels.)

♥ pretending to be Japanese tourists ^o^

♥ the little heart clasp on my handbag. I have loved hearts since FOREVER. You can thank the Care Bears for that.

♥ going through stacks of old photos that we found in my Nan’s house.

♥ my tomatoes that I grew from seeds! They’re red now!

♥ wearing Christmas socks at times of the year when it’s certainly not Christmas.

♥ Pickle pretending to be on Team Zissou and posing for her close-up

♥ Lego superheroes on my otherwise girly handbag.

♥ a tiny C1 in our normal sized C1.

♥ ukulele boxes that of course have a Monty in them.

So most of my simple pleasures are derived from being in the company of cats… hell, it’s the one life goal I’ll probably achieve. Crazy cat lady.

I’ve read the magazine about 3 times now. I’m going to read it many more times before the next issue I’m sure. It’s simply lovely!

in which Bethy completely ignores her blog for amonth

Yeah, sorry about that. Stuff must have happened. Here’s some of it…

We had date night on Tuesday and went for hot-dogs and that amazing milkshake before finding (and getting far too excited about) Lego Avengers and went to see Moonrise Kingdom which, as expected, was absolutely stunning

Oh and I have a new job. Can’t remember if I mentioned this before but, yes, I finally escaped the evil wigged man. It’s pretty much the same job as I was doing before only in a nicer place and without the aforementioned creature lurking around. Yay!

I will leave you with some kittens. I have seen many many kittens in the last 4 weeks. They’re all over  on the cat blog.

in which Bethy returns

I was going to do that 11 things meme that seems to be on all the blogs at the moment but I keep finding questions that are really sucky so I can’t be arsed with that.

Spring would appear to have finally sprung. It was a beautiful day today. According to Sinead’s car it was 17°C at lunchtime. I can believe that. We went to a charity vintage fair at the lovely New House Hotel in Thornhill. I bought a lovely tea-set (at last! How long have I been after a nice tea-set?!)

We sat our on the grass for a bit, because we could. Apparently my hair is very very red in the sunlight… You could see right across the channel from our lovely elevated position. So impressed with the views we decided to head up Caerphilly mountain where you could see for miles! (Yes I am aware that the horizon is 3 miles away, but Caerphilly is down in a valley so it was actually miles)

There were loads of dogs up the mountain. We met a big English Bulldog who was simply not going to go in the direction his owner wanted him to, a lovely Westie called Daisy and a Rottweiler with a tail called Tommy who was going to be a huge dog judging by the size of his puppy paws! He was a gorgeous boy. I didn’t get any pics of the dogs though, I was too busy making friends with them.

It was a very nice day. I’m tired now. That’s what a lot of fresh air will do to you I guess.

 

in which Bethy apologises for being a terrible blogger

yeah yeah I know it’s February. I apparently had nothing to say throughout the entire month of January. Indeed I can’t think of anything memorable.

Except for one thing.

I went to Jacobs Antiques for their vintage market thing with Sinead.  We found a giant mobile phone…

We found a7-Up pinball machine…

and we found Gail who was selling her pretty pretty things (and drinking tea. It was cold on that top floor!)

I bought this lovely birdie. He’s called Herman.

Please check out Gail’s shop. You’ll be supporting a local independent business, and supporting a friend in making a living doing something that she loves. One day I’ll be brave enough to pack in the rat-race and do this too. One day.

Also at the fair was a lovely excitable lady who goes by the name of Viva Misadventure. She managed to get Cherry and I to have a little go at burlesque dancing AND WE LOVED IT. I loved it so much in fact that I went for a taster class today, continued to love it and am going to take a six week course in order to create my new alter-ego – Miss NooNoo La Roux! Yes. I don’t believe it either. Pretty sure that work wont like it should they find out, but I don’t like them so there. As long I don’t start twirling tassels at my desk I see no issue. Let’s face it – millions of people saw me wearing only pants on Channel 4 a few years ago and no one said a word back then, nipples and all! Seriously though, I had a lot of fun at the class today. I especially liked that there were ladies of all ages there, I wont lie but I was a bit worried that there’d be a load of gorgeous skinny blonde 18 year olds but we were all real women! The women that you just walk past on a daily basis with no clue that they could have a wardrobe full of frilly knickers, long satin gloves and nipple tassels! Especially in the Garden Village. I dread to think what my Grandma would say… 🙂