Bought the frock. And the hat. Done the alterations on the bridesmaid dress. Made the card. (And the invitations, and the menus and place settings…) Still have to make two cakes and decorate them. Time is getting tight and I’m starting to feel the pressure. Why didn’t I just buy everything instead? Partly, of course, because I like to feel needed. Partly because I want everyone to admire my work. And, possibly mostly, because I can’t bear to pay out for something I can make.
Andrew, the groom and my son, is getting the jitters. He’s not got cold feet but he’s half longs for, half dreads the occasion itself. And the bride is a nervous wreck. I don’t remember being so wound up about mine. It was a biggish do in Rotherham Minster and we had a lovely day. I was nervous, but I don’t remember having sleepless nights.
But before all that about the wedding, which I shall bore you with another time, a little something about the recent holiday…
Having visited Rhodes twice this Summer, pre and post surgery, I thought I’d share the island with you, as it is such a lovely place. I have said before how much I love going to Greece. It’s not just the glorious climate or the history or the stunning landscapes: I just always feel welcome there.
We stayed in Pefkos, which is definitely a holiday resort, not a historical site. The village, therefore, has lots of cafes, bars, tavernas and hotels, plus a small but pretty beach in a large bay, safe for swimming. That’s me happy. It does not have much in the way of night clubs, as far as we could see, but we didn’t look very hard because it’s not our thing. Every taverna we went in was worth a visit and the food and prices were good, but I have to single out a couple. One was called Spitaki, (See photo above) and was set in a tree shaded garden, just off the main road. You go in down some steps into a paved garden/courtyard, with tables on different levels and lights hanging from the olive trees. Very pretty. The staff were friendly and welcoming and as efficient as you ever get in Greece. (You can’t have charm, personal attention and conversation with staff and then expect spit spot service – be realistic. And I’ll wait for my dinner of lamp chops and feta chis if the waiter wants to talk, it’s fine by me.)
The food was excellent – generous portions, which is always popular with us, and beautifully cooked. They were justifiably proud of their home made desserts too, but I’m not a fan of seriously sweet things, so I wasn’t as appreciative as others might have been. Truly, a lovely way to spend a warm evening.
We met a couple at the hotel who were exceptionally good company and they had hired a car. They offered us a lift into Rhodes Town with them and we spent the whole day together. It was an absolute joy from beginning to end. A very special day. Although I do have a couple of photos of them, I never publish a picture of anyone without permission, so i won’t include them here. We spent quite a lot of our evenings with them too and their company really added to the joy of the holiday. The combination of such good company in a place steeped in history and fading beauty was wonderful. And dotted around this post are some, but only a few, of the photos we took. I could go on all day, but, for once, I won’t.
And, wherever you go, you find Zentangle too. Here’s one I saw in a shop in the Old Town. I managed to resist buying the bag too, but only just.
So now I’m waiting for the next Diva Challenge and filling in time by doing the ones I’ve missed over the past few months. I’ve made a little list but it may take a while.
This week’s challenge is to create a Halloween themed tile. (If that’s not something you take part in or you’re into, you can also do a white on black tile – and use a white gelly roll pen on a black tile, or other dark paper.)
So it was my chance to try something a bit different. I’ve always wanted to do a sugar skull and this is a try out for it. The skull uses a rather elderly white pen with white chalk pencil and the background is a silver sparkly Gelly Roll. On a black Zentangle tile. I’m seriously thinking of doing a larger version, but black on white, for one of my daughters for Christmas, or is that too gruesome? Is it something a loving mother wouldn’t do? I’ll give it some thought.
So that’s it for this week, until the next time, world, be good – ish.