Cheep! Cheep! Chick Weekend!!

If you have a Mum as amazing as mine then you are VERY LUCKY. I know I am…

Mum came to visit a while ago. She met Big Sis at the station and, after getting ready, we went for dinner at Turtle Bay, then drinks at The Milk Thistle (one of the secret bars in Bristol). We had such a lovely girly time drinking cocktails and eating yummy food. Big Sis is having a hen do in August (which i’m organising :D) but Mum isn’t coming, so we decided that this was the warm up weekend (The Chick Weekend!)

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On the Saturday, we went for a day out in Frome. Frome is such a lovely town, with cobbled streets, bunting and cute little shops selling haberdashery, vintage clothes, homemade gifts and other pretty things. We went to the Garden Cafe for lunch, as recommended by Miss Catering at work. It was SO yummy, i’d definitely suggest a visit if you’re nearby.

After all that hard work shopping and eating, we went back home, ate some more and watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Such a good film- a lot more interesting, funny and moving than I had expected.

Sunday was BABY TIME! Big Sis’s fiance’s sister (keeping up?) and her partner have recently had twins (their story is on One Born Every Minute S6 Ep2 if you want to know it!), and we went to see/ meet them in Bristol. They are super cute, and R and M are sooper dooper mums. You can tell that the babies are going to be spoilt rotten! After making lots of googly noises, tickling some teeny feet and clapping hands, I dropped Mum and Big Sis off to the station and said bye.

On the way back, I couldn’t help but be a little bit smug. My family (and extended family) really are the best, and I’m a very, very lucky girl..

 

Love,

Sami x

The Sami Family go on an Adventure (Part 2)…

You might have read my post last year about our family weekend away. Well, this year it was my turn to plan the Sami Family Adventure, and I picked a cute little cottage in the centre of Tewkesbury, right near the Abbey.

We got there on Friday evening, and made a dash in the rain to get to The Boathouse for dinner, drinks and lots of chatting to catch up. The Boy could come this time as he had got his annual mountain trip out of the way beforehand (Ben Nevis this year), so he got to catch up with Mum and Dad too. And it was nice to talk to Big Sis and her fiance about their wedding plans too.

On the Saturday, we went to see the John Moore Museum, a little tudor cottage and church, and then went for a boat trip down the river. By this time it had stopped raining, just in time for a wander down the river to see the Mill.

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After some lunch, we visited the Abbey and then chilled out before our BBQ. We had to move it inside because of the rain (The Boy calls this a “Welsh Barbie”), but it was still lovely. After that we chilled out, watched Glasto on the telly and then went to bed.

On Sunday, we packed up and drove to Snowshill Manor, a National Trust place nearby. It was right up my alley, as I love anything to do with collections, collectors and collecting! A guide told us the story of the eccentric Charles Wade, who owned the manor. After an idyllic childhood, Charles was moved to live with his Granny. Granny was stern and didn’t like visitors, noise or playing. But she did let Charles play with the Oriental objects in her large cabinet. This started an interest (obsession?!) that prompted Charles to buy a manor house and fill it with collected items after the war. He lived in the small priest’s house, and filled the manor with objects; everything from looms to ceramics, pictures to bicycles, furniture to model boats, and way more, including his room of Samurai armour!

It was a fascinating place, and I’m sure you could visit time and time again, noticing new things each time. I really liked the fact that Charles collected items that probably weren’t valuable or even wanted , which probably would have ended up in the bin; at that time the emphasis was on the new, not the old, and Charles saw the beauty in these objects despite this. He went against the norm, the fashion, the trend, and picked items because of his own interest rather than their value. And because of this, we now get to see some fascinting items.

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Even the garden was full of hidden items..

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What a lovely weekend!!

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Love,

Sami x

A Quick Commission…

You might remember my post a while ago about how much I love to do commissions for people. If not, you can read it here.

Anyhu, here’s my latest, some bridesmaid jewellery for my friend and ex-housemate Rosie…

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What do you think?

Love,

Sami x

PS… need a commission? Let me know by emailing made_by_sami@hotmail.co.uk . I don’t ask for any money before the design is finalised and you’re happy with the price; chats are free! So don’t hesitate to get in contact if you need a unique present, a piece of jewellery for a special occassion, or something you just can’t find on the high street!

Home is Wherever I’m With You…

*LOVEY DOVEY POST ALERT*

So… in February, me and The Boy celebrated 5 years of romantic dates, hysterical laughter, blazing rows (come on, no-one’s perfect), and millions of kisses. To celebrate, we went out for dinner and swapped pressies.

I got some amazing ceramic button coasters (which I wrote about here).

He got a handmade picture…

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Like it?!

It was all made in TOP SECRET conditions, obviously…

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If you want to make one similar, here’s what I did:

1. I drew out my design (on paper which would fit into my frame)

2. I traced my design onto water soluble film (can’t remember where I got mine from, but it’s this kinda stuff)

3. I then pinned the film on top of my materialImage4. I used a plain black stitch to trace over my design, sewing through both the film and fabric

Image5. I then washed away the film with water, and left it to dry

Image6. When it was dry, I embroidered a heart onto the material in red embroidery thread (I did this by hand using an embroidery thread)

7. I ironed the material, and then put it in the frame. Ta da!

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ImageWe hung it in pride of place above our bed. Wish I’d made it a little bigger, but I think it’s cute, and The Boy seemed to like it, so that’s all that matters!

If you have a go at something similar, please send me a photo to: made_by_sami@hotmail.co.uk. I’d love to see it 🙂

 

Love,

Sami x

I Love It, I Love It Not….

So… The big question at this time of year:

Is Valentine’s Day the best thing since sliced bread or the worst idea ever?

Since Valentine’s day started being a ‘thing’, I have always asked / text my best friend the question: “Will you be my Valentine?”. She’s now engaged and will be a Mrs this time next year, and I’ve been with The Boy for nearly 5 years, but Bestie always gets the question first. I suppose it’s because I don’t really think Valentine’s day is a nice thing. It makes people sad that they aren’t coupled up when they want to be; it presumes everyone in the world wants to be in a relationship; it sells sickly, foil-coated, tat to confused boys and sets non-romantics up to fail. But I guess it does provide an opportunity to spread a bit of love around.

Me and The Boy don’t celebrate V Day- the anniversary of our first date is 2 days after so it seems more appropriate to celebrate that, as it’s actually something to celebrate. But i’ve noticed the question “Are you two doing anything for Valentine’s day?” creep into conversations over the past few years; is it now a holiday? Is it now compulsory to “do something” for Valentine’s day?

I really don’t want to be miserable about the whole thing, and I don’t look down on people for being romantic on V Day. But it’s not compulsory, and I don’t see why we can’t all celebrate all the people we love most in our lives; whether we love them as a romantic partner, a best friend or a family member.

And in the spirit of choice….

Enjoy! Love,

Sami x

PS…

If you want to buy a gift for a partner, friend, family member or yourself, check out my sale items of jewellery in my shop: https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/madebysami44?ref=si_shop

Yohan and The Bungalow…

When I last wrote, I was looking for a car and somewhere to rent with The Boy, figuring out if I was ready for grown-up stuff, and making lots of plans.

That was a MONTH ago! I’m so sorry! I’ve neglected you all so much!

But, a lot has happened. I’ll let you know in a few posts so you don’t get bored 🙂

I bought a car!

He’s called Yohan the Yaris (beautifully named by Big Sis).

 

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I won’t bore you with my newly-learned car knowledge (I’ll presume you are just like me and are not interested in anyone’s cars other than your own). However, this car knowledge did come in handy. I’ll tell you about that in another post though…

 

The next bit of news is We Found Somewhere to Live!!

I refused to look around it for a start because

It’s.

A.

Bungalow.

*Cue Old Person Siren and hysterical laughter*

But, at least it’s not on Belland Drive (the flat on this road got nicknamed “Bell-end Drive” and vito-ed straight away.)

And when The Boy pitched it to me as a “ground floor flat without anyone being loud upstairs” it seemed to make sense. It has a garden! And a garage! And a conservatory! And, most importantly, a SECOND BEDROOM which means Made by Sami space 😀 Wooooo!!!

 

Everything’s happening, people!

Love,

Sami x

Time to Grow Up?

So, last post I hinted at a new excitement for me and The Boy, in the shape of him possibly moving to live in the same area as me.

And….

He Got The Job!!

Yaaay!

No more long-distance love 🙂

This led to excitement, worry, panic, a little bit of commitment phobia on both parts, and then back to excitement again!

The thing is, we’ve done long-distance for soooo long now, and we’re both a bit worried we’re gona hate each other when we see each other every day. I guess lots of people have the same worries, especially with so many people meeting at university now, and having to save up for a trillion years to afford rent, never mind a house! So we’re not the only ones. And, as my mum said “It’s hard, but you can make it work. And please do, because I like him”.

Hopefully we’ll be able to afford somewhere with space for Made by Sami to operate from, so I’ll have a hiding hole, and The Boy has been set the task of making me a Tetris table, so that should keep him out of mischief. So really, it’s just the smelly socks I need to worry about…

Another problem, though, with The Boy moving, is that I have to buy a car.

Ugh.

What do I know about cars?!

Where do I even start?!

The Internet, that’s where. I went on Autotrader and got some actually-quite-useful advice, and I looked at the RAC and AA websites for a few more nuggets.

Then I phoned my Dad. Which is what I should have done in the first place. Within half an hour, he had given me a plan, offered to test drive with me, given me lots of hints of cars to avoid and sites to look at, and calmed me down to normal-human-being level again. Phew! How do people manage without Dads?!

All this new stuff is terrifying and exciting all at once, like all the big moments in life are. So maybe it’s time for me to grow up?

Pah.

Who am I kidding?!

Never.

Love,

Sami x

“…Cause We’re On Holiday!”

Hello!

Sorry it’s been a little while since I last posted… a lot has been going on! I’m gona fill you in over a few blog posts; otherwise it will be ridiculously long and my eyes will go square.

This year, me and The Boy decided we should save our pennies rather than going on an expensive holiday. And seeing as I now live in Bath- which is a great UK holiday destination- we decided to stay at mine, meaning we could justify doing extravagant things 😀

We (I) decided a trip to the sea was a necessary “cause we’re on holiday!” so we got on the train to Weston- Super- Mare, played on the 2p machines, had fish n chips and ice cream,  and a snog under the pier 🙂 Image

We also went to see an outdoor play (Dracula), and cuddled up with wine (“cause we’re on holiday!”) and a blanket outside at Prior Park College, watching a 60-strong cast of young people. It was really good… even if The Boy laughed in all the “atmospheric” and “eerie” bits!

ImageNext- a really extravagant activity in my eyes- we went to a SPA! (“Cause we’re on holiday!”) I had a back and neck massage and a facial, and The Boy got all pruney in the pool and sauna. Oh it was lovely! I think the best bit was all the lovely smells of the lotions; I am a bit funny about smells and have quite a sensite sense of smell, so it was lovely just being surrounded by flowers and fruit and sweetness for an hour.

One one of our holi-days, we went for a lovely long walk in the sunshine to nearby village Newton St Loe. My sister had told me about the farm shop there, which sounded lovely, and you can walk to it from the side of Bath that I live, through the stunning countryside. So we packed some tea loaf (“cause we’re on holiday!”) and drinks, a map, and some waterproofs just in case. But the weather was beautiful, and Newton St Loe ended up being one of those pretty little villages that are on actual postcards and you can’t believe anyone really lives in.

ImageThe farm shop was as lovely as my sister had said, and I had a great sausage and hash brown sandwich. The only downside was being attacked by wasps. But, we got to see some pigs (cuuuuute!) so that made up for it. And we (The Boy) bought some farm shop cookies for the walk back (“cause we’re on holiday!”). It really was lush, and so nice to get home later and snuggle up with a Thai takeaway after about 3 hours walking.

Along with all this fun stuff, we also went out for meals, and had a couple of lazy days in. AND… The Boy got a second interview for a job in Bristol!

Did he get it?!

Well, you’ll have to read the next post to find out…

 

Love,

Sami x

 

 

 

 

I Had It Made For You…

I want to share with you one of the best things about making your own jewellery (other than always having jewellery that goes with your outfit, obviously)…

Commissions.

I started out being taught the basics, then carried on teaching myself; I don’t have any qualifications in jewellery making, just an imagination and a drive to be creative. (for a loonger version of this story, click here.) Yet people trust me to make really special pieces of jewellery, for their friends, family or loved ones. I’ve been having more requests for commissions lately, and I love it!

If you’ve ever received a gift, given to you with the words

“I had it made for you”

then you know that there’s real power in those 6 little words:

I … Me, yes, me. I did it, no-one else. Whenever you look at it, you’ll think of me.

Had  … I had it made. It didn’t just happen, by accident. I made it happen.

It  … This pretty little thing. This is what I picked for you. Nothing else. This is what I thought you would like, more than anything else.

Made  … Someone made this for you. In their bedroom or studio or living room. Their hands put this together.

For  … This piece of jewellery had a purpose. It wasn’t just made and then left to be chosen at random. It was made to be given to you, no-one else.

You  … Everything about this piece of jewellery is for you. I decided on the colour, or picked the charms, it fits you exactly, and that’s not a coincidence.

And people trust me to do this for them! It kinda baffles me every time. Lately, I made a set of 3 bracelets for a lovely girl called Abbie, for her to give to her friend. She knew what colours her friend would like, she knew her style and she knew that she would wear the bracelets all stacked together. I loved putting her ideas into reality and hearing that her friend was wearing them every day because she loved them so much.

Ultimately,

“I had it made for you”

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“I love you and want you to be happy so much that nothing else other than the perfect gift will do.”

And witnessing that kind of love is really something.

Love,

Sami x

PS…

*Horrible marketing bit on the end of the post, that i’m a tad ashamed about*

If you do want me to make a commission for someone, then you can get in touch in the following ways:

Email made_by_sami@hotmail.co.uk

Facebook message me https://www.facebook.com/madebysami

Or text/ call me 07900381921

xxxx

Scrambled Eggs and Tea Loaf

Went to see The Boy this weekend, for a lovely lazy weekend of cuddles and eating (for those of you who don’t know, I’m in a long-distance relationship with The Boy and see him once a fortnight). On the train home, I found a magazine and started flicking through the articles. I came across one that was so heart-breakingly beautiful; the full article is here, but here’s an extract:

“Sara would never have believed it. After more than 50 years of trying very hard to prove I could do no more than scramble a couple of eggs – and then doing it in the most unorthodox way possible – I am learning to cook. More than that, I’m giving dinner parties for which I have done all the cooking, for the first time in my life. And I’m 78 years old.

Frankly, I can’t believe it myself. Sara used to say she didn’t mind giving dinner parties if I helped. So I promised to lay the table. We stopped having dinner parties.

This is part of another fact I can’t believe. For the past year, I have been alone. After 52 years of marriage, there is no Sara to say I am useless in the kitchen. No way for me to tell her that at last I have done the seemingly impossible. In fact, no Sara at all. She died in May last year and life is not only different, it is horrifically changed. Learning to cook started as a means of keeping away from the scrambled eggs, too much bread, and fish and chips from the place over the road. It was my children’s idea. They have been suffering, too. But my own void is wider and more terrible than it is within my power to explain.”

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It goes on to describe an ordinary but wonderful relationship between Michael and Sara, and how Sara’s death has prompted Michael to learn to cook.

I nearly cried.

When I got home, I decided to cook. Well, bake; I hardly need another meal after the weekend of eating that I’ve just had. So I picked a tea loaf recipe from the Internet which is described as nearly fat free. The Boy doesn’t drink tea so I always arrive home a little tea-deprived (the first time I went to visit, I had to buy my own mug).

So, the tea loaf is in the oven and should be ready to share with my housemates when they get home; perfect comfort food to take my mind off missing The Boy. Fingers crossed that our relationship can be as wonderfully ordinary as Michael and Sara’s in the future. For now, there’s tea and cake… and that will do just fine.

Love,

Sami x