Life

Caravan envy

Leonard Maltin once said “timing is everything’.

Case in point …

Randomly and completely out of the blue, a friend mentioned last month that she was looking to sell her caravan in Aberystwyth. Now, I’d never considered owning a caravan; a holiday home abroad – most definitely, a quintessential English country cottage somewhere in the Dales – preferably, but never a caravan. Don’t get me wrong, we had plenty of caravan holidays when I was a kid so the experience wasn’t new to me, just never considered ‘owning’ one. Not until I realised money would be a tad tight over the next few years and holidays would be the first to be cut.

My head began doing cartwheels – cheap holidays in a lovely resort as and when the weather and time permitted, weekends away to just drop out, long hot(tish) summers filled with Cath Kidston bunting, floral fabrics and geranium filled flower pots. I needed to see this caravan before I lost myself in nostalgic clichés.

(Meet Constance – isn’t she adorable? And no, this isn’t our caravan … )

After a beautiful drive through the Welsh hills and valleys, we arrived in Aberystwyth late Thursday evening.

We found the caravan and were pleasantly surprised. Yes, she’s a little dated (the multi-colour velour seating will HAVE to go), she is also a static caravan so she doesn’t have any seductive curves like Constance here, but she has been well maintained, is spotlessly clean and has a lovely feel about her.

Also, with views like this over nearby Borth, she would definitely do us very nicely, thank you very much!

Now all I have to do is find the cash to buy her!

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What’s in the wine?

I get the fair pricing on wine people are talking about; it can seem as though wine is hugely overpriced sometimes, but hacking the price of wine up purely enables restaurants to make some profit. There is almost no profit on food in restaurants, this is a well-known fact. All restaurants will do if forced to reduce their wine costs, is put the mark up on their food, then people will be complaining that they’re paying over the odds for prawn cocktail!

What you are indeed paying for is ambience, atmosphere, quality of produce, skill, talent, convenience and for a bloody good excuse to go out with friends and loved-ones. Don’t get me wrong, not all restaurants are good but at the end of the day it’s about choice. If you can’t afford the Chateaubriand, don’t order it – can’t afford the wine, ask for table water!

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Crimes against curly hair – my journey

I recently read, with much interest, an article written by the fabulous Priyanka Gill on her Estylista blog. The article: Curly hair and all things fair discussed the trials and tribulations of living with curly hair, not just soft waves, but full-on ropy, ringlety, unruly curls.

I am in complete sympathy. It has taken me almost 45 years to seriously come to terms with my curls. I have bleached, dyed, ironed, straightened, cut unbelievably short, permed (you heard me, I had my already curly hair, permed!) and blow dried straight to within an inch of its life. But this wasn’t always my fault.

When you have curly hair and your mother does not, their ability to ‘cope’ with it is negligible. To prove a point:

Haircrime #1 – Do not cut curly hair when wet. Please feel free to roll about on the floor laughing, I know I did. I’m on the right, by the way. I can’t make my mind up which is worse, the attempt to give me a fringe (the wonky line is due to it being cut wet and not dry) or the attempt to straighten it, neither has worked.

Haircrime #2 – Do not attempt to curl already curly hair.

In trying to give me this wonderful look, my mother made me sleep with wet hair in really painful tiny brush rollers (anyone growing up in the 70′s will sympathise!) and then spent the following morning trying to remove them and brush out the mass of curls – I can’t imagine why I am smiling in this photo, my head was sore for days after. If you think I look bad, have some sympathy for my two sisters sat either side of me, at least I was winning the dress war – just!

All things said – you grow up repeating the hair crimes your matriarchs imposed on you simply because you don’t have the skills to look after your curls yourself. I continued my mother’s crimes, I even added a few of my own…

Haircrime #3 – Do not have a fringe. Living in South Wales for almost 6 years, 4 miles from a beach and swimming all year round did nothing to preserve my curls. Constant salty air simply caused my hair to frizz, frizz, and frizz some more. An attempt at blow drying has been made here, not that you’d notice. Again, a fringe is simply wrong!

Haircrime #4: Do not blow dry without a diffuser. The result is a mass of hair resembling a cotton wool ball – exhibit 4 highlights this issue and again my fringe looks dreadful.

Years later, after I had my first daughter in 1994, I noticed my hair had become less curly (a common factor in pregnancy) but after I had my second daughter in 2005, it was back with a vengeance. At this point my hair was relatively short, great for post-baby maintenance but not exactly flattering. I have been growing it ever since, with some success, but have still been fighting my curls. I even considered having a Brazilian Blow Dry recently but, to be honest, it costs a ridiculous amount of money and I simply don’t suit straight hair.

Then, last week whilst searching for curly hair shampoos on the internet, I came across The British Curlies, a fab website dedicated to the world of curly hair – they were championing a revolution in curly hair started by Lorraine Massey (she of the Curly Girl Handbook now residing on my bedside cabinet). I sat down, read the book, read the posts on the British Curlies forum and am now, in short, converted!

My first task was to throw out all of my ‘offending’ shampoos, conditioners and hair styling products (except my Kerastase Oleo Curl, it simply cost too much money for me to just throw away – if this experiment fails, at least I’ll have old faithful to fall back on!). I then trundled into town and hit Boots for all it was worth, for my ‘non-offending’ replacements. Much to my amazement and surprise, the total for shampoo, conditioner, styling gel, creme and serum came to a mere £19.35 – bearing in mind I currently pay this for my Oleo Curl conditioner ALONE, I already feel rather smug!  (Shopping list is available under this post).

I am now armed with the tools for the job and the CG method for looking after my hair, and my children’s hair. I will now be able to educate them on loving and looking after their own curls! They say it takes a few weeks to get results but just by applying the method today my hair looked like this, this afternoon, and I’ve been out in the rain – some change eh? Don’t get me wrong, it still has loads of frizz, needs a colour and a cut and I need to learn how to style it but boy, does this ever look better than it did yesterday!

Will keep you updated on my progress! (P.S. I’m not THAT grumpy!)

SHOPPING LIST

  • Naked Bounce Shampoo £4.07/250ml
  • Naked Bounce Conditioner £4.07 250ml
  • Umberto Giannini Curl friends scrunching gel  £4.79/200ml
  • Boots pink curl creme £1.32/250ml
  • Naked Style frizz fighter £5.10/50ml
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Investing in ‘Value for money’ products

When my mother suggested to me over 3 years ago, that I try Eve Lom cleanser, a cult classic in the beauty industry, I baulked at the price and could feel my heart stop and my husband’s wallet shriek in despair – £80 for 200ml is an awful lot of money to pay for a product that simply cleans your face. Seeing my reaction she ‘gifted’ me a sample pot one Christmas.

I loved it and was instantly hooked. I bought my first pot in Space NK in Stratford-upon-Avon, came home and marked the bottom of the pot with the date in permanent marker. If I was going to continue using and buying this product, I needed to know how much I needed to save and how often. Fifteen months (yes, fifteen months) later it finally ran out; I calculated the cost (because that’s the way I am) and came to a startling discovery – Eve Lom at £80/200ml is exceptional value for money, and here’s why:

Eve Lom cleanser removes eye-make and face make-up eliminating the need for separate eye make up remover (this is your first saving). You only use it in the evening and only need to wipe your face with a warm cloth in the morning, eliminating the need for a morning cleanser (your second saving). Now for the maths:

£80 over 15 months is equal to 456 days or 65 weeks, or thereabouts. £80/456 days is £0.175 pence a day or £1.23 a week.

Now, my daughter is very fond of eg. Simple face wipes at £3.99/25 (generally considered entry-level for cleansers)- these work out at £0.16 pence each and you usually need 2 to do the job. These are already way more expensive than Eve Lom per day (a saving of £67 a year by the way) and I haven’t even got onto the savings compared to cleansers at the higher end of the market.

This is my justification for continuing to buy this product and yes, it is needed. When you are investing in beauty products (a lot of which, let’s be honest, are a complete rip off) you need to check their ‘value for money’ criteria and this cleanser certainly meets mine!

Read more about Eve Lom cleanser

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Using your home to promote your business

Whenever a client calls at the house, the first thing they always comment on is the large (and I mean LARGE!) creative canvas hung on the wall in the dining room – it is 36″ x 24″ and is of my darling 5-year-old DD…

Its reason for being there is three-fold. Firstly, I love the canvas (in fact I love it so much it forms the basis of nearly all my advertising postcards and leaflets), secondly, it looks fabulous against the rich red walls, and thirdly, when clients visit me and are waiting for me to make them their tea/coffee, they casually walk around the dining room browsing the quirky paintings, drawings, photos, paper crafts and arty bits and pieces that are on display. The canvas always attracts attention. I have sold more creative canvases this way than any other form of advertising or marketing.

A neighbour was in our home for a BBQ last year and fell in love with it too; she booked a photo shoot with her 2 gorgeous kids, ordered an album, several prints, a framed montage, and this week, on the back-end of that initial enquiry, a creative canvas – this one is 30″ x 20″. Simply gorgeous.

Opening your home up to clients can be tricky, you always have to have it looking clean and tidy and smelling sweet for a start! (I was up at 6.30 this morning doing just that as I had a client meeting me at the house straight after the school run). But it also has huge advantages; being able to work around my kids’ timetables and my husband’s job, being able to dash upstairs to grab a client’s file and discuss their requirements whilst stirring a risotto also has its merits. More significantly, it allows me to adorn my home with my unique personalised pieces, whether it be photos, canvases, paper, photo and word art montages, paper crafts, hand-made books and ornaments – even knitted handbags (yes, I have been known to don a pair of knitting needles). It also allows my clients to view items ‘in situ’, not in some cold, white-walled, impersonal studio. Framed photos and prints line my walls, stairways and hall, canvases sit on shelves and are hung from walls, albums, WordArt, PaperArt and PhotoArt pieces are casually placed around the house along with handmade books and arty pieces. All are used and looked at and ‘lived in’ within my home – this, in my opinion, is why I get the response I do from clients.

To prove a point, my client (from the school run this morning), booked a photo shoot, placed an order for a 36″ x 24″ creative canvas and asked whether I would be interested in running a craft afternoon for her daughter’s forthcoming birthday bash – all this, before I had even passed her her coffee.

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Been so long….

I can hardly believe that it has been nearly 12 months since my last post. It has been one very busy and very manic year, especially coming up to Christmas. I swear there must have been someone walking around London with a big placard advertising my little company.

Lots has happened too on the home front, Amber spent most of the year out from racing due to a fractured foot but is now up and running again. Greta has taken up Street dancing and has been involved with 2 stage shows – you can see her here at the Positive Steps Dance Showcase at the CBSO Theatre, Birmingham strutting her stuff – she’s the one in the cap!

I have been really busy with weddings, photographic shoots, craft courses and scrapbook albums for most of the year and will be posting the results later this week. It has been amazing to see how it has grown from strength to strength over the past few months.

There has also been a new addition to the Etsy pages and Facebook pages to incorporate my crafts. Don’t forget to check us out on Facebook HERE and Etsy HERE. Will keep you posted on developments this week as I try to bring everything up to date – phew!

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Being had!

I have to say that having someone or some company ‘do’ me out of money, sell me something duff or simply dash with my cash has my blood boiling and comes second on my hate list only to rude and ignorant people.

This little gem of a company Crazy Cameras (yes, here’s a link – order off them, go on, I dare you!) offered to sell me a wonderful little camera I wanted to get my husband for Christmas.

I was delighted with the price (I should have heard the warning bells then…) ordered it and waited … and waited … and waited … and NOTHING. No confirmation email, no reply to the multitude of emails I sent them asking for confirmation. Nada, zip, nothing!

I was gutted. It was then I started to search for reviews on the site and to my horror found hundreds and I mean HUNDREDS! Read them for yourself! Almost all of them negative. I felt sick. I spent the next few days with that awful churning sick feeling at the pit of my stomach and then my blood started to boil. I could think of nothing else. I drafted an email stating that I had heard nothing, I was cancelling my order as the camera would not arrive in time now for Christmas… and then I waited some more. Determined I would become the bane of their lives if I didn’t get my money back… I, unbelievably and to my complete amazement, was refunded.

Lucky? Oh yes! Stupid? Oh yes! Buy again without checking the review forums? OH no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Lesson learnt!

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Onwards and upwards – literally!

It dawned on me today that I haven’t posted since August 2009, I mean August 2009! It’s amazing just how lost you get in time when there is building work going on! After struggling to work in my dining room (a thoroughfare between the front lounge and my kitchen) we made the decision to convert our loft into a work office/studio and since then I simply haven’t stopped. Architects, builders, electricians, inspectors…. then there was the decorating – 6 weeks of it between Dad and I (what would I do without him!). Regardless, we are nearly there with the final painting to be done, a bit of carpet and the furniture to go in. Then begins the mammoth task of purging stock and supplies and deciding where to put everything – PHEW! Thank goodness a return to normality is not too far in the distance and BOY do I have one awesome space to work in!

Onwards and upwards then …

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The over-sized work surface above the stairs and the custom desk area. This has all since been painted and looks amazing!

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The side wall – wall mounted TV to go here (along with amazing wallpaper!) and the 3 large Velux window to the back which offer amazing views (and sunsets!)

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Shooter Sandwich

SHOOTER SANDWICH

1 loaf of white bread (unsliced)
4 rib-eye or fillet steaks, a bit shorter than the loaf
6 Portobello mushrooms
200-300g exotic mushrooms (I used oyster and Shitake)
4 cloves garlic
1 handful fresh herbs (I used marjoram, parsley, thyme)
Salt and pepper
Olive oil
Butter

Slice one end off the loaf and hollow out the middle, setting the soft crumb to one side.

Saute the steaks, seasoned with pepper but without salt, for two minutes per side in the olive oil. Remove to a plate. It is important that your steaks are rare so that they give up their moisture to the sandwich when pressed.

Reduce the heat and melt one knob of butter in the pan with the olive oil from the steaks. Saute the Portobello mushrooms with the smashed cloves of garlic until the mushrooms are soft and starting to release their juices. Transfer to the plate with the steaks.

Season the steaks and mushrooms with plenty of salt and some more pepper. Build layers of steak, Portobello mushrooms, wild mushrooms and herbs inside the loaf until you have used everything up – if any cracks appear in the loaf, patch with the crumb you reserved. Pour any juices from the plate into the sandwich with the liquid from the pan. Wipe the cut end of the loaf in any remaining pan juices and put it back on the loaf. Wrap the whole thing in three layers of greaseproof paper and tie up tightly with string.

Place the loaf on a chopping board so the steaks are lying horizontally. Place another chopping board on top of the loaf and weight it down – a plate with 3-4 food cans on top did the trick. Leave the sandwich (no need to refrigerate) for five hours.

Serve the sandwich by simply slicing through the whole stuffed loaf with a breadknife. The steaks will be juicy, the pressed mushrooms silky, and the whole thing full of concentrated flavour.

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The green, green, grass of home

As I was hanging the washing out on the line this morning I faintly remember the distant hummm of a lawnmower near by. It didn’t register at first until I was standing in the kitchen half an hour later washing up when the smell drifted in through the window and hit me with a garden spade….

..the sweet, fresh, undeniable smell of freshly cut grass.

I stood there and closed my eyes for a few seconds and was instantly transported back to my childhood. Memories of my grandfather painstakingly cutting, rolling and spiking his perfectly manicured weed-free lawn with it’s tennis court stripes and luscious dark green colour; my father emulating him as he attempted to do the same with our ‘footie pitch’ at home – the three of us rolling around in the cuttings til we itched uncontrollably, shoving hand-fulls of the cuttings down each other’s backs til my father yelled at us to ‘pack-it-in”;  coming out to play on the school playing fields during the summer after the lawnmower guy had been with his ‘ride-on’ lawnmower – lying down watching the clouds go by and inhaling the intoxicating aroma, gently lifting our spirits and rejuvinating us for afternoon lessons and me trying to emulate both my father and my grandfather on our bumpy, uneven, dog-run of a lawn whilst the girls run around the outside being chased by the dog…

They say that smell has the strongest memory and thank goodness it does for in that single moment countless happy memories came flooding back and when I finally opened my eyes I felt enlightened, uplifted and joyous ……LOL and with Tom Jones singing ‘..the green, green, grass of home’ playing over and over and over and over in my head…..

God bless you Tom!

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