The girl with purple hair adorned the crisp up cycled cotton so much, she made a career. Tiffany Belle Harper ©
Source: Cotton
Just got back to Leeds after a while on adventures. I’ve missed my pets. Foley my eldest dog is 21 at xmas. I worry he will be unwell whilst I am away. I shan’t be leaving the UK now for a while. They need me here too much.
My son’s neighbour ‘John’ looked after the cats. He’s almost 80 and puts the entire streets bins out each week then puts them away when the dustmen have been. He’s such a character. He cycles everywhere and goes into Leeds centre each day to collect free papers for the neighbours too. I do my bit by cooking him dinner but I’m not sure whether he just pretends to like it. In any case, it’s the thought that counts.
I know some intriguing characters in Leeds. I will be honest, It feels more like home than anywhere. For the first few years of living here I didn’t do much but I’ve been catching up with the area. Yorkshire is just beautiful. The people are so friendly and there’s many eccentrics, right up my street. The focus in Leeds being art and culture. It’s a rapidly expanding hub of artistry and innovation. No wonder so many are relocating.
Anyway, on getting to my son’s John was flustered in the kitchen. We’d only one cat. Tiger Ginger but no Chief? I didn’t want to make John furtherly anxious so tried to hide my panic. We drove around all the streets calling his name. Repeatedly searched the house. I thought the worst. He must of ran off when John came in to feed them? Perhaps thinking I’d abandoned him poor Chief … A house cat not used to the outdoors to include the busiest street in Yorkshire just a stones throw away.
Couple of hours later I tried to talk with my son about coping with loss. That we must accept he may not come home. He adores the cats. Then suddenly Chief appeared from beneath my bed. We’d checked there several times. In fact every hole, nook and cranny.
Good ending, all pets in one place. Phew …
I’m going home later to get on with life and plan for 2017. Got some wonderful pictures I’ve taken for commissions etc. Written a few bits about Amsterdam. It’s very Jack Kerouac, both in layout and visualisation. So going to try turn it into something more crafty in the near future.
I write and imagine better when I am out and about. It invigorates me. I love culture, quaint or funky. Nostalgia to modernistic. I don’t like it when people press to give a piece of art or thought a specific. It doesn’t matter. It’s about the taking part. The expression and will to convey not the label. Forget snobbery in the working day life. I think each of us should use a little time to set up a blog or vlog. To take photographs or find out what’s new in the community and show snippets.
I’m tough on myself. I look at where I can improve and am not ashamed to share my short falls openly. I also welcome constructive criticism. I realise I became complacent, I wasn’t writing enough or sharing my journeys. But it matters and we should. We can build new webs and weaves if we share our experiences, no matter how small we may think they are. It’s a case of keep going. To do the things we enjoy for they are our natural hobbies. Our blueprints that should be left behind.
My next adventure will be a return to London for a few days towards the end of the year. It’s part of my ancestry. I love The Thames and back alleys.
So … later today will be some bits about Amsterdam.
Yes, I did visit The Bansky exhibition in museum square. I didn’t take photographs. It’s too precious. Sometimes we have to keep a little bit back to cherish those we admire in a personal way. I’d say, if you’re curious, go see it yourself. It’s worth the journey. Yet, I’m glad so many are creating videos of his work on YouTube to show others. I should think he would be grateful too.
I have a small site named Elegant Hippy where a couple of great people help out. I’ve neglected it. I am going to put some bits on there later. Thank you.
Finally, I’ve had a lot of emails asking where I am on Twitter. I left of my own free will. I was disgusted that discussions had taken place where I had been told to silence my opinion via innocent 3rd parties. I will not tolerate such violation of free speech. It’s both hypocritical, bombastic and suggestive that those with more cash should predetermine freedom using their social media status. Fuck that. It’s too pathetic to detail, but I will when I have time just to give some great friends the explanation they deserve as many rescues relied on what I did for them.
I’m still out there! Watch this space. But it’s about prioritising our own needs first. It’s not a case of ‘if’ but more so ‘when.’ I despise injustice. Time is but a mere transition. Karma … has no limits.
I’m off to sort my photographs out now, see you later and thanks for nice messages 🙂
Tiffany.
Well, I’m having a blissful time in Amsterdam. A buzz of eclectic Europe – nobody knows where anyone else has come from til we talk and exchange what we can with the limited vocabulary. Me not having a second language. I feel so ignorant. But then a smile transmits openness.
I’ve hired a bike. Initially, I rang the bell to feel part of the cult – until I realised I was getting in everyone’s way.
It’s cold, windy so we’ve stopped off at many coffee shops which is where I’m at now having my 3rd cup of tea.
I’ve limited software and can’t add photographs til I arrive home. I’ve just got my little notebook chrome to find maps etc. Had I got android, things would be easier but then I’d probably be spending less time mingling with the beautiful people here.
We’re staying in a nice part of the city. The museum square. Today we’re going to find the food hall and get ideas for things I want to do in Leeds on my return.
I did tell my son visiting the red light quarter was a priority but he didn’t seem to agree? Probably because ‘already’ people think I’m his older woman and possibly on rent. He’s told me to call him ‘my son’ as loudly as possible. I don’t care. It’s all part of the journey. I don’t indulge in the industry but like to observe every aspect of culture without bias.
Last night I did join in with a little smoke – a healthy option of tobacco that is legal here in Amsterdam. A couple of puffs then somehow everyone seemed to morph into Rylan Clark? How odd? Even women began to look like him? I shan’t bother again but at least I showed I am adaptable. It was a great bar named The Bulldog. The founder created a healthy tobacco made from all fresh herbs. You can buy it online too!
This blog is very limited – I will be improving grammar and add content throughout the day. I suppose I’m just making notes really. I don’t have word doc so blogging is the best option for now.
Tiff. X
The majority of folk in Amsterdam people are so fit and healthy! Everyone seems to be cycling. It’s put me to shame – making me realise I really do need to do more in the UK.
I’ve walked and cycled for literally miles and off out again soon to get across to the other side of the city for supper.
The Food Hall today was the best I’ve visited to boot. Every world cuisine imaginable. I do often imagine though, how much people would enjoy the same dishes if the animals were brutally slaughtered in front of them. The food chain (behind the scenes) is a mess.
I had fish and chips (again …) delicious. Sorry cod I know you suffer too, yet I am human. I Have my faults.
Had to call in the duty manager for a crash course in managing the coffee machine in my room. Felt so stupid. I hadn’t switched it on. More later …
Tiff. X