Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Amazon Christmas Giveaway!

As a way of saying thanks to anyone who's been reading the blog since June, I've got a £10 Amazon Gift Voucher to give away.

The Winner will be chosen at random (by LT, not me!) on Saturday 20th Dec and will be done via Facebook.   Nip over to our page to check it out... 

Sightseeingshoes


Good Luck!

Suzanne x 


A Very Welsh Christmas

This is our first Christmas as residents of North Wales.  We're actually spending it in Scotland because, well...my family is there and it'd be a bit odd if we stayed in Harlech on our own, wouldn't it?  As a Scot, I'm accustomed to British traditions, which we celebrate with our own twist and I was keen to find out if my Celtic cousins had any of their own interesting takes on the whole Christmas thing.   I wasn't disappointed... 

horse
Jesus wept...imagine this turning up at your door in the dead of night

Mari Lywd - this appears to originate from Southern Wales and involves a horse's skull attached to a pole and hidden beneath a sheet..obviously.   I mean, what else would you do with those three items than take them round the street and terrify your fellow residents? 
  
Tradition dictates that groups of men will wander around the streets, arriving at doors and being turned away by owners.   THB, if someone turned up at my door, dressed in a blanket  and snapping some horse jaws at me I'd be straight on the phone to the Heddlu (Welsh police).      Get back, weirdos!   This is not Sicily; there will be no Mafia nonsense here, diolch yn fawr. 
holly bush
ouch...

Holly Beating - yeah, it's every bit as weird as it sounds.   On Gwyl San Steffan (Boxing Day, obvs), the male of the species would cut bits of holly from nearby bushes and proceed to sneak around the village and beat the arms and legs of their female servants, or whoever was the last out of bed on Christmas Day.   So, my little sister would be REALLY sore come dinner time.   Mind you, she'd soon leave a trail of dead Welsh boys in her wake, so we'd have to Ebay all our gift vouchers to raise bail money to make sure she could join us for cheese and biscuits.


creepy apple
creepy as

Callenig -  basically, a callenig is an apple.  Sorry, but it's true.  However, this an apple with a difference, as it's decorated. Yay!  It's a muy glamorous apple, adorned with cloves and perched on a stand made of twigs.  TBH, it's the most fancy apple EVER and would not look at all out of place on an episode of Masterchef, served up with a raspberry foam, lime twill and sheep intestine glaze.   Give a callenig to your friends to wish them good crops for next year.   Because everyone needs good crops, right?


church at dawn
I don't get out of bed this early for anyone.

Plygain - basically, the point of this is to get up really early and go to Church.    Now, I consider most Church services as early starters as, you know, Sundays are for hangovers, but the Welsh Plygain tradition really takes the cake.  

In order to adhere to aforementioned tradition, you need to go to Church between 3am and 6am.  I'm not even kidding.   Basically, it sounds like it would be an IDEAL stop on the way back from the pub, if only it served kebabs.    Maybe the tradition would still be going strong if there was some sort of alcohol soaking grub on offer to entice in some homeward bound revellers... 

To be honest, us Scots have our own fair share of wonderfully dotty traditions and that's what makes us so unique.    Stay special, Wales. 

Do you keep up any ancient traditions in your family at Christmas time?

Suzanne x 


Sunday, December 13, 2015

An Introvert's Christmas Survival Guide

I'm an introvert.  There, I said it.   I’ve learned to live with it over the years and, now that I know there’s an actual term for it and that I’m not just shy and anti social, I’m ok with it.

For a good while I thought I was a bit odd, but the Internet has let me know that there are many, many others just like me.  For that, I'd like to say: I'm sorry and I feel your pain’.   I'd come and talk to you about it, but I really don't want to.   Email, instead?   
  
Being introverted causes all manner of problems for me personally, and often for the people I come into contact with who don't understand it. These people are often extrovert.   Or, as I like to call them: scary AF.   Some extroverts simply cannot grasp the concept of people who genuinely find it exhausting to be around people for any length of time. 

Nothing horrifies an introvert more than the run up to Christmas.    Seriously, there’s an office night for my job, one of LT's, family things, other family things and nights with friends….it’s never ending.   And that’s only the pre stuff.   After all that, you’ve still got to muster the energy to get through the 25th.  

If you, too, find it tiring to constantly ‘people’ over the festive period, this is my guide on how to survive with your sanity intact and stopping yourself from stabbing someone in the eye with your fork:

introvert problems
has everybody gone yet?
Pace Yourself:
I can't overstate this enough.   If you're knackered by the sheer thought of all the humans  you have to visit/spend time with/pretend to like, you will always need to make sure you don't over-people.   This generally means you should do a small amount of stuff one night and take the next night off to recover.  

If you're like me and only have a few days off over Christmas and a 300 mile drive to get home, you don't really have the luxury of spreading out your contact.   In this situation, you will be forced to incorporate your hiding time into the actual visiting.  I would, at this stage, like to point out that my suggestions are not things I do to avoid my family, because they're fabulous.   Obviously.    
    
Bathrooms:  these are the best friend of the introvert.   Your hosts or guests will think it entirely natural that you visit the toilet from time to time and it can be the perfect place to hide away for a few minutes of peace and quiet.   Try not to do it too much though, or people will begin to wonder if you have the world's tiniest bladder.   Also, if you don't co-ordinate your actual bathroom visits with your pretend bathroom visits, you will almost certainly look a tiny bit weird.    BUT, there's every chance this could work in your favour when you don't get asked back next year.    

cheetah
I'm just gonna lie here and try to blend into the background.

Getting Stuff:   Host: 'Can someone nip out to the garage and pick up another bottle of diet coke?'   Me:  'I'll go!  I'll go!  Let me grab my shoes. Yeah, yeah, I know they're brand new suede peep toes and there's six inches of snow outside, but they were only £100 and I've always been fascinated with the concept of frostbite...'

Do try to be on hand when someone needs something that will take you away from the main event for a minute.   Getting more drinks; collecting overnight bags from cars; taking someone's pet hamster for a walk…you know, all the totally normal things that party guests get involved in.   

The only issue with this one is that some of these tasks, such as jacket hanging, are often selfishly sandwiched at the beginning and end of an evening.  Therefore, you must unleash your creative side to find something to occupy you in between.   

Head Party Cook:   Take control of the oven.   Even if you're best friends with a Chef; tell them that they do way too much cooking on normal days and they totally deserve a break at Christmas.  

If you can cook, busy yourself in the kitchen looking contemplatively at the back of your Iceland chicken nugget boxes for heating guidelines and avoid small talk with your parents' neighbour's sister in law's cousin's son.     If you can’t cook, you may run the risk of setting things alight, activating the smoke alarm, and ending up with a full house evacuation.   Either way: you're golden.    

Yeah, I totally made it from scratch.   That's absolutely the reason I've been in the kitchen so long.

Phone:  Yes, it appears rude and yes, people will judge your for it but I'd rather be bitched about by some random that I don't want to chat to anyway than stand around feeling totally awkward, praying for a sink hole to suddenly appear in the kitchen lino and put me out of my party related misery.  

On the positive side, you will be amazed at how many technology related stories you'll suddenly be desperate to read on your Sky News app. Think of all that interesting knowledge you’ll pick up that you would never otherwise have known. It’ll keep your busy AND it’s educational.   A win-win situation, I'm sure you'll agree.   

Alcohol:
Let’s face it; it does make you a bit more prone to chatting.   It’s sometimes the only thing that makes people realise that I’m not, in fact, mute.    Do watch your levels, though.   Nothing makes people less understanding about introverts than when you no longer fit within the odd boundaries of what they assume is expected introvert behaviour.   Mostly, they're completely wrong.   After a few proseccos, chances are you might not care.   


Whatever you do to get yourself through the festive period, don’t apologise for it.   And certainly stop feeling bad that you’re not complying with what people think you should be doing.  Do what’s right for you and feel free to slap the first person who says to you: 'oh, you'll be fine, you just need to mingle...'    

These people hold a special place in my heart along with women with kids who ask women without kids when they're having them.   But that's another post altogether.    

Do you have any tips to get yourself through the Christmas party season?

Suzanne x

wine
Ooh, yes please.... 

  

Tuesday, December 08, 2015

The Lazy Girl's Guide to Christmas Stuff

These days, all my posts seem to start with me saying that I'm not a huge Christmas lover.    The whole thing just makes me feel tired.   Also, I'm an introvert and the thought of all the socialising makes me want to hide away in a dark room until, ooh...at least the middle of March.


baubles
Oh, I wish it could be Christmas every...well, never actually 
I'm also not a huge fan of any shopping that falls out with my usual jaunts to the charity store in Dolgellau during my lunch break.   At least I kinda know what I'm looking for.   For other people?  Not so much.   Plus, even when I ask, no one seems to give a straight answer.    When asking LT what he might fancy for Christmas, he intimated he might like a new Dyson.    Or maybe a new iPad.   Or maybe a stove for the new house. Basically,  he doesn't know.   And, therefore, neither do I.   

I am more than happy to buy him whatever he wants, provided he just tells me what it is.   AND that I don't have to visit any real shops in order to get it.   I am a great gf, or what?  

These are my lazy girl's tips to surviving Christmas: 


Online Shopping:
Because obviously.   The Internet is the lazy girl's bestest friend in the whole world.   And not just because I can buy all my shoes there without having to try them on.  Oh no.   I can also save myself from the risk of an early myocardial infarction by not having to interact with Actual People in a crowded shopping centre.   Plus, it's way quicker, so I have more time to dedicate to sitting down and stuff.     My favourite shopping destinations are Amazon, Not On The High Street, Toys R Us (I have nephews), and, should I be organised enough, Ebay.   

online shopping
Online shopping has a few advantages...
Ditch the Cards:
I don't buy 'em.   Once in a while, I feel compelled to visit the card store and pick up some of those personalised cards which tell my sisters how special they are and let my Mum and Dad know that I know they're my Mum and Dad.    Mostly, this is because they keep buying cards for me to tell me what a wonderful daughter/sister I am.    All true, but not really the point.    Cards tend to take up space on various counter tops and they totally need to be lifted so I can undertake my bi-annual dusting of the lounge.   Save on time, money and extra housework by steering clear.   

christmas cards
No.   Just no. 
Wrap Up Your Use of Wrapping Paper:
I hate wrapping paper.   Producing expertly packaged gifts is the skill of someone who has never spent any time with me.   If they did, they'd be horrified by my many years of spending Christmas Eve with a glass of wine, sticky tape stuck in twisted strips to the underside of my dining table, and rolls of glittery, but impossible to cut, paper.    

Nothing makes me feel less festive than realising I've sliced* a piece of paper that is *just* too small to fit the box for which it was intended.   Then, I'm forced to cut more awkwardly shaped bits of paper to patch things up and that requires more ripping, more tape and, well.....let's face it, this method is NOT conducive to pretty presents.   

The advent of those massive Santa stocking things, or any kind of bag that either covers up my frankly woeful attempts at enveloping stuff with paper, or means I don't have to do it in the first place, is surely the real definition of a Christmas miracle.    Also, now that I don't do as much wrapping, I find myself choosing weirdly shaped items, safe in the knowledge that I won't have to fight with it at a later date.   Why yes, little nephew person, you CAN have that octopus you had your eye on.   

*ripped 
wrapping paper
it's no wonder I drink
Christmas Trees:
Oh, Good Lord, don't even get me started.   The mess, the whole attic retrieval farce, the effort to make sure it's all evenly decorated and pretty, and then the inevitable kick in the chops that is plugging in the lights to find out that they're now officially darks.    Last year, I plonked the tree in the corner, threw some tinsel in the general direction of the front and declared it Finished.  I mean, who the hell's looking at the back of a tree that's against a wall?  No-one, that's who.     

This year, I've managed to cunningly leave our Christmas tree in Scotland because it didn't really make the list of the essentials we needed to ship to Wales in the middle of May.   Mind you, if we'd moved in November, it still wouldn't have made my list.    At least now I can finally get my way and not put up a tree that I only want to take down again the very next day without upsetting LT.    Result.   

fairly lights
damn you, fairy lights...
Do you have any tips for getting through Christmas by making as little effort as humanly possible?  Or are you one of those people who just loves this time of year?  

Suzanne x