Friday, November 26, 2010

Flamenco Christmas Gift ideas

Another gift idea....we have been marketing these lovely fans for a couple of years now and they're always popular.  They make a great Christmas gift, in the past we have supplied them to ladies at Ascot, New York dance troupes, and even as alternative wedding bouquets!
They are made of wood, hand painted in stunning colours, and handmade here in Granada, Spain (not China!!).
Light to mail, great value and always a welcome gift, so forget the socks, stop knitting that silly jumper and jump into our shop here!
Flamenco and more!  While you're there, browse the other categories for Vintage Ads, Collectible cards, Jewellery, (The red coral earrings featured here come with FREE POSTAGE)   Also  remember we combine postage......We mail everywhere from Alaska to Abbingdon, Barcelona to Brazil.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

something borrowed, something blue....

So Burma showed us freedom, and Somalia followed suit, then poor old Kate agreed to be locked up with the 'firm'....silly girl.
But of course the news will be wall-to-wall nuptials from now until April....with the post mortem afterwards, and as there'll be no avoiding the whole shebang we may as well wish them luck and hope that the bride to be only has to wear the mother-in-laws ring and not her shoes too eh?

Of all the functions that we have attended here in Spain, Baptisms, Communions, Fiestas and Funerals (there I go again, menopausally morbid, just ignore me)  never have we (yet) gone to a I'll have to wait and bide my time to compare the Irish or UK equivalent here in Las Alpujarras, Spain.  I did however get to lurk over the outdoor terrace when the neighbour hosted one for her daughter - the nearby town´s bespectacled Optician - and now son in law - the nearby town's Ferreteria owner. 
(No, he doesn't sell's the hardware store!!)

The wedding took place on a hot summers evening, the sun slipping down over the mountain and colouring the sea pink.  The guests stood waiting outside the house, until the bride emerged - minus her specs -  in cream traditional lace to kisses claps and cheers.  Then taking her Fathers arm the whole procession...about 100 or so.....walked through little twinkling tealights up to the Iglesia de San Miguel for the mass.

Afterwards they did what the Spanish do best, they partied....I thought it looked simple, traditional - well, nearly....her mother was carrying the baby....and devoid of pomp and ceremony, not bad at all.

And if her Dad paid for the day I would guess his bill would have been less than Mr Middletons. Ouch.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Digression, and poetry...

I completely digress for a moment, I came across this poem in a wonderful book called The Smokejumpers by Nicholas Evans a year or so ago, I lent the book out with the instruction to pass it it if you get a chance.  This poem is anonymous, but I chanced on it again today and wanted to share it.  It's a great comfort for anyone coping with loss, please pass it on. Apologies for any morbidity, it' s nice to find something devoid of religious connotations.

Walk Within You

If I be the first of us to die, Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving. There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life, The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored, The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing, The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch, The knowing, Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade, Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are. What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the wood where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you, Be still.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Passports with Purpose

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November sunshine, olives, food and friends

Olive Trees, Andalucia, Spain Photographic Poster Print by Mike Slater, 36x48Just taking you back to All Saints Day at the beginning of this month...a day off for the locals, but we always have 'stuff' to do and should have been elsewhere with a weekend neighbour when at 9am next-door-neighbour Cristobal hooted his horn and shouted for us to be ready in 10 mins for a trip to his land to pick some olives.....(what happened to the mañana syndrome?!)

In the car we hopped with some buckets and off we went towards his land which is close to the village.  What I didn't realise was how far it stretches, and we drove many kilometres into the campo bumping along his track with nerve tingling drops to the valley below on either side.  Finally we arrived at a dried up riverbed and across the other side was a field of Olive trees, laden with ready to drop juicy fruit.  We scrambled over and walked to the first tree, ready to pick.....'No, no, más gorda (fatter)...was the instruction, of course silly foreigners would never find the right trees by themselves, so we were led to the one of choice. Wow!  The aceitunas were HUGE, the size of small plums.....both green and black, shiny and ready to fall.  So we picked away in the November sunshine, sounds of woodpeckers, the sun on our backs and nothing else.  Few words were passed, a better way to spend a morning you would be hard pressed (sorry!) to find.  As he succinctly put it to Stan, 'there now, another thing learned'.

Afterward Cristobal insisted we have a glass of wine at his bodega, when we arrived it was to find his family far and wide already there, plates of jamón, queso, pepino y  pan laid out.  Wine was poured, freshly foraged mushrooms laid out on the hot grill.......anywhere else you would feel as though you were intruding, not here in Murtas. Stupidly I asked advice on how best to preserve the olives, 20 variations of recipes and a row ensued....

It turned out to be a longer day than originally expected! Food wine and good friends tend to do that to you....but another one for the making - memories file........... Unfortunately I now have buckets of brining olives in my kitchen, still today they don't taste quite right, Cristobal says his are fine......

Friday, November 12, 2010


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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Christmas gift idea

Vintage ads are a great gift, you can usually hit the nail on the head and find one to fit someones hobby or interest, and it's clear that it's something you have thought about.....personal and fun.. they're light to post and can be framed by the giver or receiver to make a great talking point.  So whether you're into Guinness, Classic cars, Beer or whatever.............have a browse here through Stan's listings and get the Christmas shopping started!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Dr and the medics

I have just wasted three hours of my life, involved in a bout of the strange Spanish ritual of queuing at the Centro de Salud, a regular trip to the village doctors. Nothing up, just an insulin prescription fill for No 1 son and his diabetes syringe requirements.
A windy day, I took my place outside, as the Medico - as usual - was late. Seems to be a different one each time here in Murtas,  nobody seems to want the job.  I opened my book and leaned against a sunny wall to wait.  Hey, Mujer! Which number are you? one of them called.....Well I answered looking at the two of them, I would guess number three...No no impossible, you're at least No 5, the other answered. The first chipped in with as I was a  foreigner, I wouldn' t understand her and probably had no idea what number I was.  I replied somewhat testily that it didn't matter and that  I understood everything. Humpf.  
So along came a man with a key, no medical qualifications that I know of, and let us in out of the wind. As we sat there the room began to fill with Elders of the Black Stocking Brigade and still no sign of the doctor.  The conversation as each person entered went like this:  
New person:  Who's last?
(really tempting here to shout  'you are')
Everyone else argues which number they are with much pointing to the stupid blonde woman in the flip flops (in November, obviously crazy) 

Finally the doctor and nurse arrive, throw their bags in ....and announce they are off to the bar for coffee ?!

So I followed them, I'll tell you my next move is to the deepest Amazon where I guess an undiscovered tribe would be easier to live amongst....

By the way when I finally got my appointment, they were out of stock of what I needed..... and the Farmacia didn't have the insulin either.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Take 5...

...minutes and add yourself as a follower to this blog if you enjoy reading regularly, I can see from the map there are lots of you who click here everyday, nearly 2 million since February, but I'd like to see some faces! So if you have 5 minutes please add yourself!

Been doing lots lately, plenty of blog fodder to come, but for this morning it's a backlog of ebay items to mail (despite the early morning sunshine calling me to walk the dogs)  so have a browse here ...vintage ads, cards, jewellery and more!........and have a great week everyone !

Monday, November 1, 2010

If I could turn back time...

Not really, but the blogging parcel from My Pure arrived this week with the latest selection of goodies for me to try and review - and this time I chose them myself so I opened the box with relish to find the requested products.

First up this month was  LOVEA BIO 50 SPF CRÉME VISAGE ANTI AGE
I wanted to order a new face cream, can't do without between my age and the weather here in southern Spain, and the latter gave me reason to choose this one for the SPF of 50, a good high protection. Also anything with Anti Age on the label pulls me in like a session with Derren Brown.   It comes in a generous 50ml pump action dispenser with Tahitian Monoi oil, and instructions to use 1 teaspoon to the face reapplying frequently.
Er, no. 
1 mm of the stuff would protect the hull of a cruise liner, it's consistency is so thick I looked like an extra from Rent-a-Ghost. I actually had to scrub it off and tried again with a mixture of two thirds E45, better. I guess it would make a good night cream if you sleep alone, to be honest the after effects were great and my skin felt very soft but the idea of mixing it puts me off, I just want to slap 'n' go..........

Next up was something I have always wanted to try but never got round to it, no not a facelift, but a crystal deodorant stick.  The idea of a natural stick, which is  fragrance free and which lasts a year appeals.  So I moistened the actual crystal and tried out the     ALVA KRISTALL-DEO NEUTRAL STICK                                                                                                             
and have to say it was great, no mess, no fragrance, a 90g stick that takes up no room on the shelf or your bag, and it works!
Fortunately for you no smellyvision on here but take it from me it's a great buy, and I think good sense for teenagers in the house who tend to asphixiate everyone with sprays, a good stocking filler maybe?

I can order more products today, ( I love these people)..... might try something out on Stan, wonder if they do miracle products?!  Hmmm......