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

Hello, Lovely Weekend…

Hello all.

Hope you all had fab weekends.

What did I get up to?!

Well, it all started with a pampering session on Friday at The Art Team Bath, where I got my hair done. I went there as I’d signed up for an offer, and i’m so glad I did- I got a cup of tea on a little tray with a flower, a head massage, and the (lovely) hairdresser curled it beautifully for me at the end. So happy with how it turned out…Image

After a few weekends of extreme laziness, which included pyjamas, blankets, Netflix, tea and eating, me and The Boy decided to make the most of the Spring sunshine on Saturday, so we headed over to Bath after a lie-in (you need a smidgen of laziness on a Saturday!). We went for food at The Globe first, which was yummy. Then, we went into town to visit a vintage fair i’d heard about on Facebook.

It was really lovely; jam-packed with loads of vintage/ vintage-inspired clothes, jewellery, accessories and homeware. I was fairly restrained (I coulda spent a fortune!) and only bought some pretty little Taunton Vale ceramic jars with the most adorable blue and yellow pattern. Had to buy all three (otherwise i’d feel like I had split up siblings!), and they look great on top of my wardrobe. This is my new favourite place to (temporarily) put all the pretty things I like to look at but aren’t sensible Boy Things! I bought the dartboard from a charity shop a few weeks back, and the Cath Kidston sewing house was a present from my parents:

ImageOh, aren’t they adorable!!!!! And they were £18. I think that’s a bargain. 😀

We topped off the afternoon with afternoon tea and a visit to the car wash. Glamorous!!

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Hopefully you’ll comment to say how your weekend was (one word will do if you’re not a writer!), or send me a link to your blog (it gets lonely here by myself :P)

Have a good week!

 

Love,

Sami x

Car Danger, Dawlish and a Scrumptious Cornish (Cream Tea)…

To escape the chaos of house-renting, car-buying and decision-making, I went to see my angels, who I see every 3 months. (You might remember Bath in March and Bournemouth in June) and it was Princess Helen’s turn to host this time, in Dawlish.

I now think that Dawlish is lovely, but my first impression was a bit odd… I got on the train in light, dry weather. I got off in dark, stormy weather, with the sea crashing over the barrier about 3 metres away from the train tracks. I was a bit befuddled! But that was the only bad bit of the weekend. My angels always cheer me up, and we had such a lovely time, eating chips on the beach and cream tea; falling in love with Helen’s cats and her lovely house, and catching up on all of the gossip. Oh, and a teeny bit of shopping (be rude not to).

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There was a small car incident (which I promised I would tell you about in my last post). On our way back from shopping, we nearly all melted in the car when the heaters were blasting out really hot air when on the cold mode. Gem suggested that the engine might be overheating, and I asked Helen about coolant (NEW CAR KNOWLEDGE ALERT). She had never heard of coolant, didn’t know what it did, and was seriously low on the stuff. We double checked with my dad and had a not-so-reassuring chat with a lady in a petrol station, about the time her car radiator blew up on the motorway. Then Helen tried to sort out the problem like a pro. I feel very proud that I read my manual and have a small amount of Car Knowledge to- hopefully- keep Yohan the Yaris out of trouble. We’ll see. *note* It was actually a problem with the heater and Helen had to pay lots of money, but at least we tried.

Anyway, I was sad to leave the angels and Dawlish, but we’ll be meeting up again in January/ February so I’ll let you know about our latest adventures then.

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Love,

Sami x

The Sami Family Go On An Adventure…

I love my dad. He’s the best.

However, he has one flaw… he is completely IMPOSSIBLE to buy presents for. He never knows what he wants for Christmas, and he always gets shortbread for his birthday simply because he likes it, and me and my sister have been fresh out of any other ideas for around ten years.

So when my sister came up with an actual birthday gift idea, I nearly dropped down on my knees and kissed her feet! We decided to arrange a weekend away for the family, as a present for my parents’ birthdays, and dad’s Christmas pressie too. (We’re making the most of having any kind of idea, okay?) Luckily, my sister is sooper dooper organised and basically organised the whole thing, which I do feel a bit bad about. But anyway, we set off for an adventurous weekend away, somewhere in the Cotswolds.

ImageWe stayed in a little lodge (top left) around a lake, and did a mammoth SEVEN HOURS walking over the weekend, which was well-timed to tire me out just before work started back for a new term the next day. Yawn! But it really was lovely. It was so nice to spend time with my parents, who I’m really close with, and also to see my sister and her boyfriend more too (The Boy couldn’t come as he was up Scafell Pike. As you do.)

We played crazy golf, went out for food, walked, and walked and walked. And then on the Sunday we walked some more, round some Rococco gardens (fab!) and a town called Painswick, doing a murder mystery tour which had incorrect clues; always fun!!

The most important thing was that mum and dad enjoyed it, and dad suggested it becomes a regular thing. Finally! We don’t have to watch him grimace at dodgy socks, chocolates he’s never going to eat or CDs he won’t listen to!

I won’t be mad if you adopt the idea for your own parents. Just let me know if it works!

Love,

Sami x

A Million Degrees…

 

Today, after a lovely couple of days with The Boy, we went with my housemate to see the Bath Spa Degree Show. My housemate’s friend Bex was exhibiting, and we all wanted to see how her hard work looked in the end, as well as seeing the other Degree work. I can’t believe it’s already been three years since I graduated, it seems like no time at all. There was tons and tons of work on display; photography, textiles, fine art, sculpture and graphic design, so I just took some photos of the pieces that I liked the best or that stood out to me. To see more from the artists, click on their photos.

 

Here goes…

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My favourite piece in the photography section was ‘Seeing Blind’ by Simon Collington. According to the artist, “Seeing Blind is about making visual art and light accessible to the visually impaired, yet keeping the work enjoyable for the visually able.” It was a beautiful tactle piece that could be touched but also looked stunning.

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In the textiles part of the exhibition, there were some beautiful colours, textures and patterns:

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And of course, the lovely Bex with her exhibition piece:Image(Below)

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I loved how this yarn maker, Sian Marie, displayed her work; so lovely!

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There was also some lovely illustration-y work:

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And this one just made me laugh…Image After the exhibition, I bought some scones and strawberries for Sunday tea. And then a sports bra. Think i’ll need it after all the clotted cream!

Hope you all had a lovely weekend,

Love,

Sami x

 

Growing Up… Slowly.

Last weekend, I went to a wedding.

My friend from college got married, and so all of us travelled to Wigan to celebrate with him and his new wife. The wedding was so pretty, with sweets and cupcakes, a personal church service, great food and fun games. Although the wedding was lovely and we had a great time, I had this weird feeling all day….

I was there with my boyfriend, my friends, and all their partners too. My parents weren’t there, and I was no longer the “child generation”. I was the same age as the bride and groom. One of my friends was GETTING MARRIED.

I don’t know whether any of you have had this feeling when going to your first ‘grown up wedding’. I’m not talking about an “I’m old” meltdown, because that’s not it. I don’t mind getting older; getting older means doing new things and seeing things in different ways, and i’m up for that. But it just felt like I was… well, growing up!

But at least The Boy doesn’t make me grow up too fast as he’s a big kid too! We do have  slight problem at special occassions though; we are USELESS at having photos taken together…

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We got there in the end though…

ImageSo a big ‘thankyou’ to the bride and groom for a lovely day. And here’s to growing up… slowly.

Love,

Sami x