There’s no average day in the life of….

Do you have an average day? I don’t. They’re all a bit different. Often evolving as they progress, rarely planned anything more than by a vague outline, and quite often a little ‘out of the norm’ . Saying I’m not a nine to fiver is a bit of an understatement.

Want to know what my day is doing? Well it’s now 11am and I’m here..

Yep. I’m working whilst in the bath!

So today is like this. I woke up at 8:30 and though ‘i fancy a bath’ so I popped off to the bathroom but there was a spider in the bath and I didn’t want to disturb him so I hopped back into bed. Hubby, as is his wonderful habit, appeared with a cup of tea and we sat in bed catching up on FB and Twitter and discussed our separate ‘plans’ for the day.

We have b&b guests this coming weekend so for me it was ironing bedding. I see ironing as a bit of a waste of time so whilst steaming away I practiced a belly dance routine (and I haven’t even told you before that I go to dance classes.. another day another blog); and did some toe exercises as prescribed by Katie Holland as ‘guaranteed to improve your dancing’… Katie, I’m doubtful that anything will help but I’ll let you know.

Having built up a steam iron sweat I’m now in the bath (fortunately Bernard the Bath  Spider had buggered off) but to make better use of the time I’m both writing this for you lot and sorting out my art catalogue, making sure all my work to date is listed and titled. I have an exhibition pending and I need to make sure I know what’s  where and ensure I have enough pieces in the collection. Plus I’m having half a dozen or so images printed up as cards and my photographer friend and technical whizz needs to have the wording for the backs covers.

Alongside getting this done….

and I’ve added a face pack…may as well spruce up properly.

It’s now noon. Too late for breakfast, so a quick brunch and then off to get some groceries.

Marmite and mushrooms on toast yumyum

May as well pack up my old bras and take them to the bra bank at Tescos whilst I’m at it.

Donating my old bras

It’s a gorgeous day so hoping to get back in time to garden at home. Still have several plants that need to go in the ground before winter sets in.

….it’s now evening. Needless to say the gardening didn’t happen. I had about £60 in my hand from a swishing event I organised at the last-minute to clear out my wardrobe. A swish, for those who don’t know (I didn’t when invited to one last year), is a clothes swap. I’d cleared out my cupboards and had a car boot full of clothes and shoes to get rid of , friends could have them for a donation to a local charity. It raised £58 and I still managed to drop 2 large sacks of goodies at the local community charity shop.

So having done my shopping I went back into Aldi and spent the £58 with a view to dropping it at the local food bank. Sadly the charity was closed so that will involve another trip but look how much I got for my money!!!! Six full bags of none perishables! Aldi really is better value

Just about to head into the garden when I remember we have a fridge freezer to pick up from a friend (I need extra storage for the catering for my 50th).

And then the doorbell rings. The landlords of the flats I manage are here from Spain and I forgot they were popping in. Still they came armed with plenty of wine so I’m not complaining.

By which time it’s supper time. I cook a meal for me and Hubby. Bulk cook a bolognaise to add to the new freezer. Watch a movie. Then suddenly it’s midnight so off to bed.

Guess who’s back?

Bernard the Bath Spider

I wonder how he filled his day?

Lucy At Home

My Random Musings

Life: Mine: It’s full: Very full

15016351_1247664865307784_3338542209251484497_oI’m a woman.  I’m self-employed.  I’m fairly ‘alternative’ and, am told, slightly ‘eccentric’.  I wear many hats.  Not all suit me…

Life gets confusing and chaotic……

Here’s perhaps why….

13912605_1298769933474183_1529318925936773135_n???????????????????????????????I’m an artist, I occasionally do pet portraits, I often do stained glass commissions. I do have an Etsy shop, which I manage in a very ad hoc way.  I promise to keep a stock of my designs but the artistic bit of me is really only interested in the bespoke commissions and one-off designs , so I struggle to find time to hold stock.  So I make my designs to order.

20170322_123236I teach stained glass.  It’s a new string to my bow.  I love it.  I find it immensely satisfying and it brings me huge amount of joy.

I run a B&B.  This involves being really nice to (mostly) lovely people, talking (a lot), keeping the place clean, ironing sheets (even though I’d never iron my own) and cooking really gorgeous breakfasts.  I do this with my hubby.  We love working together.  It works.  Coming to stay at Cerdyn Villa is like staying with friends (so we’re told) and that, my lovelies was the plan so things her are going well


I manage our business website and various tourism pages on social media.  Some of these pages… “” is our lifestyle hub (ooo fancy!), it leads you off to “Pink Butterfly Art and Glass” – my Etsy shop; “Pink Butterfly at Cerdyn Villa” -our FB page combining our B&B and my art; – our B&B website; “rose-tinted Ramblings” – my blog; “Home of Bog Snorkelling” – the tourism FB page for our town; “@Berni_Benton” – my twitter account

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI’m a gardener – I look after six people’s gardens.  Mostly elderly ladies, some of whom like to garden with me and its as much about the company as the weeding and pruning.  I LOVE weeding (does that make me odd?  I don’t care, I LOVE IT!)

peanut butter cheesecakeI work shifts in the local cafe and cover for the owners if they go away.  Sometimes I even bake some cakes!

I blog.  For fun, but mainly to keep me sane and promote my work(s) (not necessarily at the same time). Its called Rose Tinted Rambling, but you know that because you are here now.  It’s mainly a brain dumping ground.  Most thoughts evolve whilst I’m either ironing or weeding and I can’t rest until they’re typed.  So there! I try to categorise to avoid you haven’t to read the ‘boring shit’  but I’d say there’s pretty much something for everyone here.

I  advocate for a local elderly lady and manage her finances. It’s my ‘pay-it-forward” – we should all have one.  It’s great to give back.


I volunteer, Working to help run the weird and wacky events in Llanwrtyd – I am the commentator at the World Bog Snorkelling and Man v Horse.  They gave me the job because, and I quote “if the PA system breaks I’d still be loud enough for everyone to hear”.  Hubby said he could hear me from the house last year and I was three-quarters  of a mile away….

… I hasten to add the mic was working that day.

I am responsible for keeping our household accounts.  Although hubby takes my figures and does the scary bit of filling in the returns and sending them off

I do all the food shopping, planning and feeding. Sometimes I do this well.  Other times we eat out!

I ‘manage’ a tenanted house with 5 flats.  Not for fun, at all, but because the landlords were neighbours but now live in Spain.


We keep hens, that means they have a house that needs cleaning

11182523_1594413547510404_4888338233642762611_oI’m a mum………


…… my spare time (!!)

I do a bit of yoga and belly dancing

a vision in red

I look after my own garden (sometimes I get dressed before I start)

11168862_1046829525379356_5330321855820313332_oI’m a member of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party (say hello to Lady Lily the Pink).  I even stood for the Welsh Assembly

I soak in a bubble bath

I enjoy a good live band

I read the occasional book.  mostly I read blogs  and watch TED talks

I snuggle on the sofa with my Hubby and watch Netflix

I play board games with my boy(s) – son and hubby

I eat out with friends

I eat in with friends

I drink out with friends

I drink in with friends

Sometimes I just drink…….

I love my life, but planning is difficult.  Impossible actually.  So it appears chaotic.  and sometimes it really is.  It also appears disorganised.  But actually it rarely is.  ….

….it just feels it

Logistically its a massive challenge.  It’s so far removed from the 9-5 life I used to lead.  I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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What My Fridge Says


Smoke and mirrors… life in the ‘Real World’

I recently dipped my toes back into what has become to be known as the ‘real world’.  You know, that place of business and commerce , success measured by title, possessions, wealth and hierarchy.  It was a short lived, interesting and welcome experience.  It reminded me of my own success and wealth in my ‘Alternative World’.

I’ve never been driven by money or title, had my eyes blinkered on climbing the ‘career ladder’ striving for recognition, advancement, ‘power’.  My motivators have been ‘simpler ‘ things.  and as I’ve aged and gained in self worth my achievements and goals have been easier to identify and recognise.

We grow up going through an education system that trains us to obtain the best academic results in order to earn the most money in the highest position within our chosen mainstream profession that we can.  That our success in life is based on our future job title and wealth.  We are offered ‘careers advice’ helping us choose between accountant, lawyer, builder, plumber, funeral director, engineer.

Many people spend there entire life aspiring to reach the ‘next level’ step up the job title list, the recognition of higher salary bracket.  They spend their life working towards future success.

I believe I have managed to recognise and enjoy my current, present and real successes that exist in MY real world in the here and now.

When I worked in society’s structured and measured world I was driven, not by money or title but by the people I worked with and who I did that work for.  I have never (except in my first 3 months between education and work), been in a role that has made me unhappy.  I have taken jobs based on the personality and ethos of the ‘people in power’, that is to say I have worked for people I admire and respect.  I have worked hard for them because I wanted to ‘help’ their business, my motivator being ‘not wanting to let them down’ and ‘desire to deliver on my promise’.  I’ve worked in roles where I at least have been motivated by the end result that matters.

I’ll explain that more clearly.  The business world is a bit like magic – its all smoke and mirrors.  The reality is largely irrelevant, its all about the PERCEPTION.  Take, for example the recruitment industry.  To me success was getting a job seeker into a job they really wanted, finding a business the employer they really needed.  To my employer the success was the commission rate and the income outcome of that transaction.

I was, by default ‘successful’ in a real world sense.  I was top earner, consultant of the year, I got promoted, I got promoted again.
However, as much as the money was handy  what motivated me was the new skills I learned, the confidence I gained, the customers I helped, and the thank you letters I received.

I left the ‘real world’ when I could no longer balance the smoke and mirrors game and the time that took to uphold with MY need to feel good.  It took a really long time to tire of it completely.  My frustrations with the game often out-weighed by my desire to  ‘achieve’ for the CEOs and MDs I admired and still admire (as individuals for the way they run their businesses and treat their staff).  I guess I liked the pats on the back and the adulation.  However, in the end the pointlessness of it all drove me forward.

This ‘real world’ success came at a price I wasn’t prepared to pay.  Too many compromises in the time I had with my son, my husband, my friends, my hobbies.  So whilst I was a success in a business sense I felt I was failing and compromisng in other areas.

Whilst working and affording new things and driving nice cars and gaining kudos  I was tormented by not having time to do homework with my son, being too tired to have a romantic dinner with my partner.  Whilst working in this real world  several things happened.  A friend died of inoperable cancer at the age of 34, very successful sales and marketing manager , working all the hours .  A colleague two years off retirement with plans to travel and climb mountains when he hit 65, dropped dead without warning.  A friend split from her husband.

John, my partner was very stressed with his job and the commuting.  He also hated it.  The office politics, the ladder climbing.  It was taking its toll on our life.  We were’ successful’ in this ‘real world’ – company cars, large house, the word ‘manager’ in our job titles.  But it had no bearing on our real lives.  We were tired of the pointlessness of it all. The smoke and mirrors bullshit.

My recent ‘toe dipping’ came as a result of wanting to support a person I respect and like.  Who is achieving at a faster pace than the infrastructure around her is evolving to facilitate it.  I wanted to offer her a little relief from the stress and I fancied learning a little more about whats going on in the big wide world.

The experience made me remember how much I hate the bullshit.  People ‘liking’ you for what you can bring to THEIR success and wealth, a constant need to watch your back, keep an eye on the competition and remind people of your status.  Suspicion, back stabbing, false praise.  Your eye constantly on the prize.  The prize; more financial wealth , higher social standing, bigger contacts, larger contracts.  It might be for some.  And that’s fine.  But its not for me.

Success for me is in the here and now.  I have no savings, no spare cash, I drive an old car, my mortgage debt is through the roof,  I wear clothes from charity shops and Primark, I think twice about everything I buy.  I have, however achieved  riches and success beyond my wildest dreams.

In my ‘alternative world’  I am as rich as I could hope to be.  I have a partner of 20 years who loves me unconditionally , and I love him the same.  I have a son who loves me; who is happy,well balanced and enjoying life.  My house (my bank’s house!) looks out across mountains and fields with prancing lambs and budding trees.  I live in a community filled with people who love me and  of places where I can be me.  I meet people every day who are here to have a good time and want to share a glimpse into their world.  I paint and cut glass and share in  a community of sole traders who revel in each others skills and strengths.  I spend my days at home with my partner, and I’m here every day when my son comes home.  My success is now.  My happiness is in the present.

Sometimes I forget how successful I am, and  I have a blip or downward spiral but real life, no matter how ‘perfect’ comes with its trials and challenges .  The outside world gets in and you have to deal with it.  However, on the whole I can truly say I have found my utopia.

There is no greater achievement in life than finding love, recognising its worth, enjoying the here and now, and being happy in your own skin.  Measure your wealth by the people you love and who love you.  Not by your bank balance and job title.