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Once up on a temple !
Last December I had the Great privilege to visit Angkor Wat in Cambodgia. This is a world renowned temples site dating from the 8th centure. What is left of the highly skilled Khmer civilisation which reigned over South East Asia for five hundred years during our Western European Middle Ages. A highly sophisticated and skilled civilisation who managed to erect in the middle of the jungle cities and temples where over one million people from the humble servant to the King all serving a bunch of Gods.
A religion which had roots in India with a complicated story where any normal European looses its understanding and where half man/half gods get lost in the great milk sea and where soldiers with green monkey faces battle to save honor. The Ramayana with a different twist.






Anyway this great complex suddenly became empty at the end of the 1300 was discovered again by a Khmer King in 1600 was overtaken by the jungle again to be rediscovered in the 1800 by Europeans explorers looking for rare plants and gradually got a world wide status for its uniqueness ! For its beauty ! It’s a Unesco site only equated by the pyramids or the Great Wall of China…
It’s breathtaking ! And very very busy with tourists … Guides … Tuk Tuks … And so very hot but so worth travelling to the other side of the world !




The small circuit ! The big circuit ! The North temples for which Thailand and Cambodgia disputed for years … One must read before visiting to fully grasp what you see when visiting between steps so steep because going to the Gods and outside Libraries … Many holes in the walls for wall plaques and rooms full of Buddhas…





I loved it it was so hot ! So tiring ! We climbed so many stone steps ! Walked kilometres in the scorching sun feeling drenched in sweat like true adventurers but I am in love with this site and I can’t wait to go back another time to check all the details I missed! I want to get up before sun rise to see Angkor Wat and drive up through Angkor Thom South Gate in a Tuk Tuk ! I want to give a donation to the Landmine small orchestras which are playing delightful music on each sites … Orchestra of ex soldiers with missing limbs smiling as they play but that is another story …




I know there is only one God but I rather like the idea of an ancient civilisation with many Gods and great architect !
Do make the plan to visit Angkor Wat sometimes it’s one of our world’s wonder I can guarantee you will love it too!
Love Betty xx
Asian adventure
From photoblog to vintage cards… The range of “Betty’s beautiful life” vintage cards
A while ago I opened an Instagram account. I had enjoyed being on Face Book for a few years but I was getting more and more interested in communicating through photography with like minded people. The tag allows you to jump from photo to photo and by then discover what your contacts or anyone else for that matter experience at that very moment. Not much text… a title and a few tags and off you go that is you in business.
I opened the account just before travelling and made a point of tagging the photographs with the locations where I was, my impressions on the day, so well chosen names… and jumping from tag to tag I learned to discover the local cafe no guide book would have taken me to or the secret beach that is not in any specialist list. Instagram is completely open so no restrictions.
I love the simplicity of the filters, no mess, clean and very specific, you will find the filter which is you for sure…. mine is Hefe… and you?
The square photos with the white border have always appealed to me with their old fashion shape, I have always liked the old fashion photos. But those have hooked me up and by the second month of having the account I set myself a new task “take a photo a day keeps doctor away” ….. take a happy photo everyday of my life wherever I am, whatever I do. And I have never looked back. “Betty’sbeautifullife” was born.
Have you every though of positivity at its highest level? In every situation make sure you see the silver lining of any cloud. It does work, positivity becomes reflex…
This has tought me to smile in any situation, to look for the interesting detail to photograph wherever I am…
But its the most recent development of this photo blog which has made me happy… Out of getting so many great pieces of feed back I have decided for those photos to be printed and mounted on a recycled card, completely acid free, I use a Chinese seal with my name in bright red in signature ! It’s like … My other life detaching itself to go and inspire others !
Hence my “bettysbeautifullife.com ‘s range of cards… Vintage cards… what do you think? Good idea ? I guess yes because I have recently delivered an order of those cards to The Art Lovers House… Photos of the various rooms ! Some important details… The buyer was very excited ! She thought they might appeal to bride and groom to be as wedding invitation! Now that is so positive !!!!
So have a wee looks at my Instagram page “Bettysbeautifullife” if you like anything give me a wee email at bettysbeautifullife@gmail.com . I will turn any of those photos in a lovely card for you! You really want to start recording your happy moments soon … But in the meantime ! I will share mine with you. My cards are for sale on Etsy and in the shop of The House for an Art Lover in Glasgow.
Betty x
“From the Land to the Cloth” or how to discover The Colours of Scotland
How do you create something beauty with a couple of second hand battered pots, a few twigs, odd bits of wool, a little ammonia and a couple of days?
This is something the Scottish Felt makers have just taught me and its worth passing around like an old fashion secret which needs kept alive !



Do you ever wonder where beautiful things of this world come from? I have always been fascinated by colours, the blue of a summer sky, the white of the snow, the purple of an hydrangea in Britany, the vibrant green of new grass in the spring, the delicate pink of the Christmas rose… but those can be explained. What about the “made”things around you? What makes the wool of your jumper speckled black? Why is Denim blue? Where does the colour comes from? Fair enough there are chemical dyes but I can’t believe the world was in many shades of grey before the chemical dyes were invented….



Last week I joined a two days class with The Scottish Feltmakers association, part of their yearly summer school. It was in Dunblane north of Stirling, in a very traditional community centre, great big building with large windows just above the Cathedral. A lovely group of ladies much involved in Feltmaking are running it every year. The course was very exciting and the icing on the cake… they serve afternoon every afternoon. I mean the proper one with home made cakes. complete bliss !!!


It was very exciting to attend the class for once and not running it, turning up “hands in the pockets” taking in the information, asking the questions, meeting new people, discovering a new subject. All this was very exciting but really the fascinating thing was the title of the class…. “Colours of Scotland” this is all about what makes Scotland so colourful, what you can find in nature to recreate this beauty. What gives the Tweed the colours it is, how to dye this very natural wool, how use nature to recreate the colours of the landscape.
I am completely hooked on, this was definitely the most fascinating thing ever. The tutor Ann Ross, a felt maker has been dabbing at this for over 30 years, she just stick things in the pot and gives it a twist…. and they come back out pink, purple, green, yellow and blue. All this feels quite magical. All the colours of the rainbow as long as you use natural material. Who said Tweed had to be brown or drab green?


A leaflet published by The Scottish Natural Heritage explains that “There is a long tradition in Scotland of using native plants for dying wool. Recipe were often guarded as secrets from generation to generation.” Unfortunately most of those have vanished out of being kept so secrets.

Did you know that there are over 40 different kinds of lichens that were used by our elders to dye wool? That Urine was used to treat wool before it was dyed but also to extract the dye from the lichen? That Rhubarb root give the nicest possible pink ? that the sunlight would turn that pink fabric purple and eventually blue? That you need to treat the wool with a “Mordant” to make it keep the colour once applied? That a piece of wool dyed yellow with some twigs of mint will turn green if you add a bit of iron as a Modifier to the dye bath? That you could use an old nail left in water in an old jar as a Modifier?


Did you know that red onion peels turn anything in the most lovely dark yellow? Almost orange…

One must be very careful to only pick plants and lichens where they grow in abundance… If you like natural beauty you want to preserve it.
I once visited the Outer Hebrides and found it fascinating that people were still working the wool with their small looms, in their own house/shed, only using manual labour and not a motor. That was the condition of making genuine “Harris Tweed”. I can just imagine the yarn being dyed using natural dyes before being woven.
“From the Land to the cloth”was a great exhibition I saw in Harris when I last visited, it was organised by the Tweed authorities and it showed via beautiful photographs where the yarn came from, what inspired the makers, from the colour of the heather to the sea and how they used the beautiful world around them to produce a cloth which was warm, protecting and yet stunningly beautiful.
The beautiful little samples I made over the two days once dried were bagged individually with an indication of how I managed to produce them and I have a book lined up to receive the colour sheets so that I can at some point go back to them when I decide to have a proper go. I have this chair I want to recover and this old blanket which could do with a hot bath….





Look around you, this world is full of secrets such as this one which could give so much pleasure to whoever unravel them.
There are many books on natural dyes but really it is the hands on which turns the dying process about complete magic. I would recommend you have a go. If you can be patient enough then wait and book yourself on a course of the “scottish Feltmakers” association course but if you are in a hurry to have a go… there is always online sources…
Keep your world colourful and have a lovely week end.
Betty xx
Be inspired ! Change the world !
I had a meeting at the Hunterian Art Gallery this morning and as it finished early I could not help myself, I crossed the road and walked in the University of Glasgow Campus. The old one … Well not the original one but the one built in th 1880 ‘s when Glasgow was the second city of the Empire. It’s grand … Powerful … Harry Potter like ! You feel when you study there that something special should happen to you upon graduation … And that is why all my family holds degrees from that University … Nothing to do with the fact it’s just around the corner ! Well not really !
I could never pinpoint thought what that special thing should be … Did I end up having a very special life ? Will my daughter sail through hers ? What is it exactly that I can’t quite grasp ? And then … As I was leaving the building walking down towards the very famous Byres road I came across the sign !
Was I inspired I would like to think yes … Have I changed the world ? Well but of course in my small way … My smile makes your day nicer and my silly chat makes you smile ? No ?
Have we lost the concept of why we want educated ? To know ? To understand ? To fit in ? To be a better person ? Or do we just want to lead before we can even stand up on our two feet and make a living ?
I like to know that I am part of the big University of Glasgow family specially that now it has become an international family but really … A world changer 🙂 🙂 🙂 you must be having a laugh …
What about you ? Are you a University graduate ? Why did you study ?
Betty xx
In the Garden
Sun is shy in Glasgow ! It so ironical that while I am seating in a place where the days are so much longer than say in the South of France we get so little sun light … A little annoying if I may say so ! But the up side is that comes the end of July when all flowers are burned up in all French gardens we have beautiful blooms here and they are here to stay for another long while … A pleasure for the eyes.
No hose pipe bans in scotland that is for sure !
But the downside is off course the speed at which weeds grow. Spend an afternoon on your knees weeding and by the time you have sat down for that well deserved coffee … Those weeds have grown back … A lost battle before you start it !
And off course there are the slugs … Should you be innocently planting delicate plants and soft herbs they will have an overnight feast and by the time you make it back to the garden the next morning … GONE all your lettuces, sweet peas shoots etc .. In their fat bellys ! And for proofs you only have left the shiny trails they have left ! Shining in the sunlight of the early morning.
Never mind you can concentrate on bushes and hardy plants and I love Hydrengeas to bits … It’s a bit like the Britanny Coast had moved in my garden and my front steps … It is a bit of an obsession with me but every season I have to buy one … And most of the time they are blue ! I give them to my neighbours ! Plant them in the back! Move the pots around but at the end I always have too many !
I love winter roses as well.. I won’t bore you with the Latin name for it. They are glorious and so resilient coming out in the cold winter season with their delicate flowers which die from instant heat if you try and put them in a case inside !
But my fav is definitely the little snake flower which Charles rennie Mackintosh loved to the point of painting them. I only discovered them when I moved to Glasgow and I have panted the delicate little bulbs everywhere in my garden so it’s always a surprise when one new one comes out …
I could make my garden prettier like my friend Katrina who leaves in the borders and added some delicate little touches in the shape of a painted garden shed but that is too civilised for me. My garden is a retreat to clear your head not good for a cup of tea and a chat.
Bill and Celia have a grand garden ! It’s really more like a park and it has a duck pond as well as some beautiful borders … I like walking through it but the size of it would overwhelm me.
My garden is just the right size for me and I like it to be disorganised … There is always a task at hand there for me.
I will spend a few hours in the garden today mainly getting rid of sone unwanted weeds because that is mainly what one does before you get the chance to plant something new !
What will your day bring you ?
Love
Betty xx
Ps: if you like my garden photos why don’t you treat yourself to a set of them as greeting cards ? They are available on http://www.etsy.com filter on thelansdownehouse ! They are the perfect treat for garden lovers.
Death can be cool … Honest !
Yesterday I was crossing the road in front of the National Museum for Scotland in Edinburgh and I noticed the entry to a church yard it looked inviting the sun was shining and I decided to have a look, it was Greyfriard church. Within minutes I found myself walking on green grass where a few students were lying down. On it were doted a few graves quite ancient ones, most of them at least a century ago. And we’re they were cool looking !!! Ornate … Theatrical …
I had forgotten how in past times Victorian and earlier there was a deep respect for the dead people, mourned for ever and folks made their way regularly to flower the grave ! Very elaborate stones or statues were carved and respectfully adorned with the name of the deceased. It does seem that nowadays we have a quick cremation followed by a bash where we eat bad food and drink ever worse wine while telling family jokes ! Not sure what’s the best really!
I came across the tree with a name plate ….. So who was Paul Green ? Did he die a young man ? Or did he have a good life ? Is someone crying still today on his passing or was he the last one of a family line?
In some culture death is part of the life cycle you prepare for it and wait for it! And survivors in your family make sure you leave for the long journey beyond with all the necessary items you need.
In Western Europe we seem to be traumatised by it it’s a terrible drama when a close one passes away ! But for myself l see it as a stage in your life and for sure I would not mind spending my ever after in a peaceful place like this graveyard around the Greyfriard church – Edinburgh
What about you ? What do you think about death ?
Love Betty xx
Job done !
Today I am completing a job I started over a year ago although the main bulk was only really started about 5 weeks ago. It was a very long time in the making and when this first came around it seemed one of those tasks one dreamed to achieve knowing it was impossible because of the sheer volume of it !
Really this is like running a marathon or recovering for a long term illness … If you pace yourself and give it time and self-determination I say you can’t do just about anything in life.
I am indeed very proud of myself not for achieving but for keeping going and having had enough of hope and determination to see the end result through the tunnel! So I am seating in Bill’s beautiful garden on the stone bench taking a break and enjoying a quinoa salad and marvelling at the beautiful vegetation going there. Bill is also a determined person with a vision ! He would have too unless he is completely made to undertake this renovation … I like to think he is a man with a vision and a powerful driving force… He planted this garden a year ago knowing today it would have matured and I am seating in it enjoying the fact he had this vision!
Modern life is very fast and you can go past so much quality of life if you don’t forward plan … But fortunately I am of the generation of the type writer and the fax machine we were brought up knowing to plan ahead and knowing the little time you took today would make tomorrow so much better !!!
Do you plan ahead ? What are you doing today to plan your tomorrow ???
Love
Betty xx

































