I’ll tell you exactly where my troosers are! Whipped off my body by the wind and rain and probably floating somewhere over the icy North Sea. Softie Southerner? Guilty as charged.
Can ye guess? I’m in Glasgee! (Glasgow for speakers of Received Pronunciation.)
I’m visiting with my sister, Tracy. I’d decided we were well overdue some quality time together, so booked us a city break up north, north, north. Everyone kept telling me how brilliant Glasgow, Scotland is and I love city breaks – so here we are.
I shared with Tracy my ideas for the title and opening tone of this blog post.
‘Oh, glad to see you’re not indulging in regional stereotypes,’ she said. Drily. Sarcastically. That tells you everything you need to know about my little sister. I howled with laughter. As we walked through the rain. With cowed shoulders.
Have I mentioned the weather yet?!!!
First off, huge thanks must go to Kestrel Finds and Makes. A Glasgow resident, she sent me loads of tips for places to visit in an email which has rapidly become our bespoke version of Lonely Planet. ‘Oh, Kestrel says to do this – let’s go here!’ Thank you so much, fellow crafter.
First off – and let’s not mess about – we visited the Glasgow fabric shop, Mandors. It looks unprepossessing from the outside:
Here’s my sister at the door. I can’t understand it, but she peeled off towards a coffee shop. ‘Take your time,’ she said. ‘Phone me when you’re done.’ Um, okay!
As with Mandors, as with many fabric shops: don’t judge a book by its cover. Flashy the entrance may not be, but what a Pandora’s Box waited for me inside. This place has everything. EVERYTHING!
Suffice to say I bought some fabric:
It’s tartan. Would have been rude not to. I have very specific plans.
Moving on. We made our way to the Gallery of Modern Art. Tate Modern? Kapow – take that! This place is a really nice balance of thought-provoking and interactive. Crucially, it’s do-able in an hour. (I have a strict one-hour rule with museums and galleries. Anything beyond that gives me brain fry.)
Here are a few snapshots for your pleasure:
Yes, unbelievably, my art has made it into a national gallery. Really! Okay then, only by gatecrashing the children’s interactive section and taking part in a self-portrait session uninvited.
After lunch, rain, walking, rain, wine, rain, we decided to retire to our hotel. Which is heaven on a plate. The male staff wear kilts. There’s mulled wine and a roaring fire.
Can you tell? I’m having a GOOD time.
Lovely Sister, Reason For It All