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While my Fiddle gently weeps

Published June 27, 2009 by Dorothy

Friends! Just a quick post to let you hear my fiddling progress.Now this is a video of me playing the Kerry Polka, it is still a very simple tune but I’m quite pleased I’m able to play it!I’m going up the next level of difficulty now, trying to learn a jig!

Update 2011 : I am actually playing really badly on this video, I can hear it now. Watch only if you want a good laugh!

enjoy!

Mxx

Tiocfaidh an Samhradh (Summer Will Come)

Published June 24, 2009 by Dorothy

Last november, I was in Connemara and the scenery was all drowned in rain,wind battered and raw; it was hard to imagine summer could reach out to that part of Ireland,and well,it actually did. This time, it was almost sunny all day,the waterfalls had dried up due to lack of rain,and summer had extended a glittering green veil over the hills and mountains.It was completely different from the scorched land I had seen months before.

Good things about the day.

*Almost no rain.And a whole day with no rain in Connemara happens like, never! Weren’t we lucky! But well.Still is one of the nicest place I’ve seen.

*Tour guide didn’t make us listen to all the tourist songs all day in the bus, telling us that this is the true trad Irish music.Instead, he put on a cool proper trad CD and Do and I tried to guess if they were jigs or reels, marches or polkas or hornpipes.The music fitted incredibly well with the scenery.I even recognised a couple of tunes.

*Kylemore Abbey was less creepy when I was visiting with Do and not on my own.

What wasn’t so cool:

*Visit of Kylemore Abbey Garden.Started raining like mad(only rainy bit of the day), and couldn’t get a good picture:Hords of French people insisted on walking in front of me with their umbrellas while I was trying to take a pic. Seriously! If I’d wanted pictures of French people I would have stayed in bleedin Nantes!

*”Authentic” craft shop where we stopped for 25 minutes.Full of

  • tye dye extralarge shirts (Handmade in Donegal,the label said.Seriously.)
  • Yellow, orange and green raincoats, the kind I hadn’t seen since 1987 (Now whe knew where tourists we had seen the night before got there evening clothes from :lol:)
  • Keyrings “Céad mile failte” made in Taiwan
  • Romance novels that had nothing to do with anything

 

All in all it was a great day, excellent craic 🙂 I would so love to spend holidays in Connemara!

Here’s the song in my post title!

enjoy!

And stay tuned…!

M xx

The Way You Look Tonight (Galway part two)

Published June 24, 2009 by Dorothy

All right. So we were all sorted,and we were ready to go out.

We both had experienced nightlife in different Irish cities and knew for a fact that Irish girls dressed up very well to go out (like Aussie girls,despite the arctic climate in Ireland).

Not wanting to look underdressed,had brought our best dresses, Do had spend hours picking the right shoes,I had hesitated hours to decide if those shoes, this bag and these earrings  matched together and,having decided suddenly, at nine o’clock at night when shops were closed, that bare legs weren’t de saison , ended up buying a bandy aul pair of leggings off Do(8,95 e.).

All pampered and happy with ourselves, we left.I was wearing a blue satin dress and Do a nice empire line dress.On the way, we mat two women who threw us an incredulous look and almost stopped to stare ay us like we were creatures from outer space.

“Did you see how they looked at us ?” Do asked.

More people we crossed path with gave us that bewildered look and we soon noticed that almost nobody was dressed up like we were.We started to feel awkward and overdressed,big time.

“It’ll be OK, I said.Once we’re in the pubs everyone will be dressed like us”

We walked down to the main street where all the pubs were, and before we reached it, a woman wearing a sequined cowgirl hat,a t shirt that would fit a five years ld kid, supertight jeans and spike heels stopped us and handed us a flyer.

“We’re having a coyote girls night,ladies!No entrance fees, just for you!”

We politely refused.Did we just get invited to a Coyote Girls night ? That wasn’t because of the way we were dressed, was it ???

The funniest part was when we actually reached the pubs.They were full of tourists who were just coming back from their excursions and sported plastic waterproof jackets battered jeans, knitted jumpers from the seventies and runners.Pardon me?

“Where are all the dressed up people ?” Do asked.

We went to several pubs and we couldn’t find any of them.

We ended up finding a few nicely dressed girls later in the night but they were a minority.I now think being overdressed is waaaayyy more embarassing than being underdressed.

Anyway.I decided the best response to that was to get soopa doopa pissed and I was quite right;after a few drinks it wasn’t so important anymore and I did enjoy the trad band in this Irish pub even if it was soooo a tourist trap.

 

 

 

this is the song I named the post after (here sung by Rod Stewart but the original was Dean Martin if I’m not mistaken)

Enjoy , and stay tuned for part three,and our visit of Connemara!

M xx

She Don’t Care About Time (Galway part one)

Published June 19, 2009 by Dorothy

The Crazy Nannies week end in Galway.

15h40: Check in Lynfield House.

16H00:Going shopping for Do’s shoes (Had no shoes to go out the same night, so finding shoes crucially important.)

16H15:Do finds shoes in Penneys, size 7,her usual size. “Those are ginormous, too big for me” Do says.I rummage through racks of shoes and find size six.Do tries them on.

16h45:After walking through Dunnes Store back and fourth 29475683 times (Do has a hidden talent:Catwalk model.) Do realises those are squishing her left little toe and that is inadmissible.We are both very cross at Dunnes Store (Why would they produce such sneaky shoe size, I mean, you have to keep them on half an hour to know they are too small ? Seriously.) And give out loudly.Lady who was trying on shoes on little girl turns to us and seeing two mad women babbling in unintelligible weirdo language (French) quickly packs up child and runs away.

17h23: After rejecting several pairs of shoes at Dunnes (“I said black shoes.Do these look black to you?” “It’s black” “No no it’s kinda grey” “No it’s black” “Yeah from where you’re standing it’s black but see, on that angle it’s grey” “Well try these on then” “But they have bows on them” “Well?…” “Well won’t people think I’m an eejit if I wear shoes with bows? ” “…”) we head for Penneys.

17h25: After browsing Penney’s stylish selection of ballet flats (Pink see-trough plastic, orange with turquoise polka dots,etc,etc) head out of the shop and go back to Dunnes.

17h58:Do tried on about every pair of shoe on the rack but none is ok.Back to Penney’s in case we have missed something.Didn’t miss anything.Security guard didn’t miss us either and starts staring at us,with all the going in and out must be thinking we’re planning robbery.Heading to Barratts.

18h22:The funny thing about barratts is that you don’t have all sizes on display,like in Penneys or Dunnes, you have to ask employee everytime you need a new size.Barratts Girl goes back and forth several time.Am seriously hoping Do will buy something or  girl might throw shoes at us.Do hesitating,dangerously close to saying thank you very much for turning all your shoe stock upside down but am not buying anything.Fear on my side.Finally Do says magic words I’ve been waiting for for hours. “I’ll buy those.”

Already exhausted…..And what will the night be like ?

END of part one 🙂

 

(This is the song in the title of this post.)

If you want to read part two, about our “Bridget Jones” night in Galway, stick around! 🙂

M xx

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