Classical Mosaic with Tricia Jones

…or Trish Bod Erw, as we all know her.


We were lucky enough to spend a couple of days at Trish’s studio at Bod Erw in Llandrillo.  She was very brave and invited all 8 of us {3 adults, 5 kids} to join her to make our very own mosaic piece.  I don’t think any of us expected to enjoy it as much as we did.


After our warm welcome and a quick catch up on who’s doing what and where…{it’s been way too long!}…a few nervous glances were had between Low and I, once we realised there were others with us in the studio…because, two words ALFIE and OWEN!  We shouldn’t have worried, they were just as eager as the rest of us to get going.  Plus the other ladies in the studio were great fun, too.

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Trish talked us through each step.  The above photos show us drawing around our mosaic board and then drawing our design onto the paper.  Trish also filled us all in on her background with this ancient art form.  I was intrigued to hear whether people came to the studio with a plate handed down from their Great Grandparents, or something similar, to be made into a piece of mosaic.  Mam was kicking herself when we learnt that people do this, as she’d only the other day accidentally broken one of her Mother’s favourite mugs.  Which she is still reminding Mam about…! ;)


The next step: using carbon paper, we traced our design onto our block of wood.



As soon as Trish got the tile cutter out to give us a demonstration, the kids couldn’t wait to try it out!

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Then we were told to hunt down our colours that we wanted to use.  We all loved having a good rummage through her store of broken {and in some cases, ready to be broken} mugs, plates, vases etc. etc.


Top Right: Ella wasn’t too keen when one lady started to smash her tiles!


We also used a smaller tile cutter for the type of tiles we were using.  Can you guess what it is yet…?!


Geek alert! ;)

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Again…can you guess what it is yet?  Here we are gluing our tiles to our boards.  Once everyone had finished gluing their pieces, Trish did a “duh duh duuuuuhh!” moment with them all which involved holding the mosaic up to ensure that there weren’t any loose pieces.  Needless to say, everyone got involved in this bit…”duh duh duuuuuuhhhh!” moments all around!


Something else we weren’t expecting when we arrived, was a homemade and seriously tasty lunch!  We had homemade soup to start followed by pizza straight from the pizza oven in Trish’s garden…obviously finished off with a mosaic pattern!  There aren’t any photos of lunch because, and this is a huge compliment to the chef, it looked and tasted that good, it wasn’t on the plate long enough!


…but here’s a couple of slices of the pizza I managed to get in these photos with these clowns.


All finished and waiting to be grouted.

TEN POINTS if you can guess what the one on the top right is?…or any of them for that matter?!  ;)   We left them overnight to dry and came back to do the grouting…the part I was most looking forward to.


The ‘tongue of concentration’ is back!  Here’s Robb taking extra care with his piece and Kira below.


A lot of love went into this.  We may have grouted and then grouted again…you know, just to make sure…


Ella had done hers slightly differently to ours {you always get one…;) } so her grouting was done slightly different.  Here, she is brushing it off following sprinkling hers with the white powder {I forget what Trish called it now} and spraying it with water.


Once it had dried a little, it was time to remove the excess.  It was as therapeutic as the grouting itself.  I can see why Trish is sometimes sat there all evening with a bottle of red wine now ;)  Once all of the excess had been removed, it was time to put them to one side to leave them dry out completely.


Trish and the gang.  A massive Diolch to Trish for having us.  We all loved it and are very pleased with how they all turned out, which you will get to see tomorrow along with Trish’s own work…there are teapots hanging from the ceiling!  Make sure you come back to check that out.  That’s not me saying our work is as good as, and needs to be next to Trish’s {haa! as if!}, it’s just I haven’t got a photo of them all together yet!

We definitely recommend Trish and her Classical Mosaic.  We’re just sad to hear that she will be moving soon, but she will be taking her work and classes to her new studio.  So, don’t let that put you off!

Diolch yn fawr again for having us, Trish.

{captured} tulips

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I arrived home last night to find these in the window.  And they reminded me of something that I read on Instagram the other day.  It was “Tulips die such a beautiful death”*…and before I knew it {and probably to put off the workout I had planned…}, I’d got the camera out and was snapping them in all their beauty.

If you look closely at the last photo, you can see Alf & Owen in the garden.  No doubt having one of their many “stand-offs” they have during a kick about on the front lawn. :/

* I can’t remember who it was that said this, but thank you.  And if it’s you reading this now, let me know! Diolch.


{made} Welsh Cakes

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There’s a long running joke at work {around 4 years long, to be honest!}, where I promised someone some Welsh Cakes if they would help me out with some work that I had to do.  So, this is for him, if he’s reading.  A little ‘how to’ with my Mam.  He can have the recipe to make his own…but not my Mam.  She’s all mine.


You will need : 8oz of self-raising flour, 1/2tsp of salt, 4oz margarine, 2oz currants, 1 egg and 2tbsp milk.   Combine the flour, salt and margarine.  Stir in the sugar and the currants.  Mix to a fairly stiff dough with the egg and milk.


Roll out about 5mm in thickness and cut into rounds, don’t forget to use up all of those loose ends, too.



Bake on a moderately hot greased girdle for about 3 minutes on each side.


Place on a cooling rack and sprinkle with sugar.

Best served still warm with either some butter or jam of your choice.  I had mine with lemon curd…BEST THING EVER.


And here’s the delightful chef, herself!  To quote my Dad “Un da ‘di Jen!”

And that was February!


And just like that, February is nearly done.  There was no word of warning, no reminder that another month is done and dusted.  More of a ‘why are we suddenly discussing St David’s day?…it’s on Sunday?!  Really?!’…oh.

So yeah, that was February.  

A bit of this, a bit of that.  A highlight for me {apart from Newcastle, pictured}, has to be a night at the cinema with the girls, aka the good old gang…aka the quiet one, the filthy mouthed one, the tiny one, the sweet one, the mad as a hatter one, the one that speaks way too fast, the one that pisses herself laughing {yes, really} and me.  I haven’t laughed like we did that night in a while.  Trying your best not to laugh out loud in the cinema is the best and the worst feeling all rolled into one.  Painful as you try not to breathe because you know you’re going to howl, but you also want to let it all out and let everyone know that these girls that you are with right now?  They don’t get any better.  All the laughs, spats, bus stop shenanigans, hooch, first boyfriends, dance offs, hen do’s, having kids of our own, moving away…when we’re all together again, it’s like these last 15-20 years never happened and we’re all sitting up in Wendy’s bedroom, getting ready for our next night out while Wend scrunches her hair.  I was always jealous of her hair.  If any of you are reading this now; I love you, you’re the best.

Anyway, it’s late and it’s the weekend.    Have a great one!  My weekend has started off with a very burnt, black as the ace of spades tea…it can only get better, right?

A week without washing my hair…and more mascara to add to my collection.


A few weeks back, the bois bach and I went up to Newcastle to visit Paul for the weekend while he was on a course there.  Want to know what I came back with?…{apart from tired bois and wine stained jeans, thanks to a sudden jolt on the train…}  A shower cap.  Not even one I’d bought!  One that accidentally fell into my make up bag just before we left the hotel.  How can something so daft bring me so much joy?!  It’s daft.  I’m daft.  This whole blog post is daft.  I’ve said daft too many times now, is it even a word?!…

So, a few weeks in and that shower cap is still going strong.  This week even more so, as I have decided to go a whole week without washing my hair.  {I just scream rock n’ roll, don’t I?!…}  And the photo above shows my hair on Day 4.  I can definitely see a difference since I stopped washing it so often.  AND, more importantly, it seems to be having a bit of a growth spurt!  Not bad, eh?  What is bad, and also funny, is Alf’s reaction when I go to grab the dry shampoo out of the bathroom cabinet.  With a roll of his eyes, he starts shaking his head and saying “uh oh, not that stuff again!”.  Let’s just not get Paul started on the stuff…to quote him “not only is there hundred’s of half empty bottles of shampoo in the bathroom, you’ve now got loads of D R Y Shampoo??!!”…ha!  

THIS is the length I am aiming for.  Only so that I can do that cute pony tail on Day 3.  And THIS is the mascara I’m wearing here, I may have bought two at the same time I love it that much.

Let’s see what the next few days bring.  How long have you gone without washing your hair?

Joy; defined

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Joy; Happiness, an emotion.

Also known as your face when you get pushed on the swing.  Or the face you pulled this morning when you asked if Robb was having more pancakes and suddenly you realised all that pancake mixture was yours!

Priceless, bach.

PS – tramp, that is all ;)

bois bach de chi werth y byd xxx

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