|Friday: Rhyl, fuzzy felts by Pat Butters (no lie)|
|Bleary views for my bleary eyes.|
|Bookshop love at the Arnolfini.|
|Saw this and thought of Soph, the inside was such a let-down though (I straightened the image using photoshop since iphoto no longer seems to work for me, the red-thing was an accident, but I figured I'd keep it for you S)|
|Is that you sun?|
|The week's fatigue seemed to catch up with me after wandering around Bristol for a few hours (mostly buying books!) I was sooo tired the prospect of an afternoon shower at the B&B was all that kept my feet-a-trundling.|
|Mixed-up arrangements, I ended up in a family room with ensuite!|
|The perils of the city charity shop...|
|AWAKE and CLEAN!|
I headed into town (Queen's Square) to meet up with Joe for a cheeky pint before Caravan Palace. Really good to see that chap.
After jumping and shouting myself hoarse after the best performance I've ever been fortunate to witness (that double bass, swinging clarinet, crying violin, SWOON!), I realised I was quite hungry, fortunately I was at a Vegan festival, and they mercifully had stalls of various delicious smelling and looking food, and VEGAN PIZZA (oh my lord, the BEST pizza I've ever had)! I don't know if it was the chill drizzly air, the fact that I was tired, buzzed from the amazing musical experience or the 3 pints of Cider lowering the objectivity of my taste-buds, whatever it was, that was the tastiest slice of cheesey, chorizzoed, tomate & spiced wonder that has ever passed my lips. Another swoon I think.
|4AM, too early to be up, to pretty to turn down.|
|Can't quite believe I woke at 4 after getting in at 12, and couldn't get back to sleep, man it was a drowsy buzzy day.|
|Vegfest stamp :)|
|Big Bristol Ball Bearing.|
|Vegan Ice-cream, swoon.|
I got on the train to Cardiff Saturday afternoon, sunny sunny sky, chilly chilly breeze. Got in to Central minutes before Soph got in from Swansea, excellent timing.
|Sun, in Newport?!|
We had snacks and sharpened up a little before heading down to the bay for Helen Sear's exhibition at Bay Arts. We'd met her once at an exhibition she was in at G39 in town, Jan/Feb 2009, and she'd been somewhat bowled over by our dandyish charms, (there was even a photo taken for inclusion in a thesis on Dandyism I recall, by an old professor of hers) and we'd been thoroughly impressed by her hearty-snorty laugh!
A year or so later we'd traveled over to Newport to be models in a new series she was still very much working out.
|Courtesy of Vix, Insta-Wonders.|
To be quite honest I'd pretty well forgotten all about her and her work, and was so surprised when she recognised us, even more so when she said to me "you're in the show aren't you?!", to which I raised a brow and responded in the negative.
She was positive I was, "your hair is different but you had a purple bow-tie and a brilliant cane!" ...
Then she lead me to this!!!
How strange it seemed, that I could so easily have missed the exhibition, and not had any incling that I was a part of it.
|More Instagrammed dandies!|
The whole peculiar and unique atmosphere that is a private view, semi-familiar faces, not knowing where to put yourself, rarely being all that impressed by the work on show, oddly enough was a feeling I’d missed. Specifically private views with Soph, the best dressed, sneaking off early for a cup of tea somewhere in the evening chill of the city. Saturday was a nice night, nice chatting about stuff and eating special Pot Noodle (oh my god, it had been ages!), Charlie Brown-inspired cupcakes (purchased that morning at Vegfest, vanilla and choc GF Vegan “Zebra” cakes) and tea, company and comfort, so very simple and satisfying.
Sunday we'd planned to go Geocaching and the sun came out for us. We didn't find anything, mostly because we were lounging on the grass, laughing about whackers, snacking and drinking Strawberry Coconut "Milkshake". I really miss wandering around a city with S, living in the same city as her for sure! Having our tea on her decking, reminded me of Pell Street and our chilly sunny suppers out the back, usually in the last rays of the day (more usually it would be our first venture outside on said days!). Up here I'm Soph-less and Garden-less too, no wonder I get so down!
|Cream Soda? Pot Noodle? Soup and Salad?!|
|How I've missed these colourful Alfresco Wonder-grubs!|
|Flaming Vegan Marshmallows!|
(This last paragraph added now)
On Monday I met my parents in Cardiff for a chat and some food before heading north and too many miles away from them. They're going through a rough patch and it was a little bit strange, I almost don't feel like their child anymore, more like a family friend or some less attached but still close relative, cousin or niece or something, I can't really explain it better than that right now. It's Wednesday (it's taken me 2 evenings of phone-tethering and spotty signal to upload these photos and this text), and despite having had more than 8 hours sleep both Monday and Tuesday I'm still knackered, my eyes are still swollen (are these just my eyes now?) and my mood swirls around desperation, absent mindedness and a weird fleeting resolute sort of feeling...
I think this is plenty for now, more of London on the weekend maybe, maybe.