We left Thursday morning for our long drive, its approximately eight hours to Scotland from home so we left at about 4am, to try and arrive at lunch time. I'd been working all week so I was exhausted and I'm ashamed to say I slept for most of the journey - leaving Sam with just Radio 1 for company as he drove. Some road trip eh?
Now a little back story is necessary here; I had woken up in the middle of the night on Monday with really bad stomach cramps which had been coming back on-and-off all week. I'd taken all of the painkillers and Rennie's a woman could handle and had no idea what was wrong but knowing I couldn't fit in a trip to the doctors before we left, I decided to ride it out and I'd book an appointment when we got back if I was still suffering.
So we pull up to the hotel, it was a gorgeous little place called The Swallow. It didn't look much from the outside but on the inside it was decorated beautifully and seemed quite up-market. I was really impressed. Sam woke me up to say we'd arrived and the cramps started getting much worse, to the point that I was almost in tears. We decided to head inside for directions to the nearest hospital to get it checked out, plus we were two hours early to check-in anyway.
While Sam got the directions, I popped into the toilet which again was decorated gorgeously. If I hadn't have felt so awful I'd definitely have been taking a few selfies in there! Everything was purple and luxe looking. There was even a bench which I lay on for a few moments as I came over really faint. Once I'd gotten myself together we drove to the hospital.
I threw up twice as we got there. Fortunately we didn't have to wait too long until I was called in. The doctor in charge ran one test, molested my stomach for a bit and brushed it off as my muscles spasming. He gave me some tablets to take over the next two days and sent us on our way back to the hotel.
The pain had subsided a little bit so I got some sleep and the next morning we were able to head out into Glasgow. We took the Underground into the city. *Fun fact: Glasgow has one of the UK's oldest underground systems. However, everything looked completely brand new and it was such a smooth ride it was great! I would definitely recommend it to get around.
We pottered around the city, doing some shopping and stopped off in a bar for some lunch which was really nice. We decided to go back to the hotel about 5ish, to get changed and then head back into town to have a night out in one of the clubs, because who doesn't love a drink when they're on holiday? When we got back I had a cheeky nap as I felt really drained, but when I woke up my stomach was hurting again. So with heavy hearts, we decided against clubbing. Instead we went for a drive to find a restaurant.
We drove in the opposite direction of the town and found a little street that had some boutiques and take-aways on it. Right in the middle was a really sweet looking Italian restaurant - my favourite!
We were sat in a little dug-out in the wall that acted as a booth. It was really quirky - the lampshades were even covered in newspaper and beads!
The meal was gorgeous too. If I ever return to Glasgow I'd definitely revisit. The waitresses and the chef were really friendly and giving fun banter to each other. It was just my sort of place.
These were the awesome plates our meal came out on. Custom plates - how cool and professional is that?!
So after dinner we headed back to bed because we had an early morning Saturday for BlytheCon! We got the underground into town again and went to The Lighthouse - which was the name of the venue. It was quite sleek and sophisticated... until you got upstairs, where it was over run with dolls! It was fabulous!
We both got a goody bag when we arrived and were ushered into the main room, which had all of the stalls in. There, I was able to buy lots of little outfits and accessories for Celia, (my Blythe doll which Sam had bought me for my birthday, knowing how desperately I wanted one - he's really rather well trained.) I also bought lots of cute fabrics so that I could try making outfits of my own.
People had their Blythe dolls on display; some to show off what they had done and some to sell. It was amazing to see how far people go with this hobby...
How gorgeous is this African lion princess??
I love the detailed paintings on her eyelids
They were all adorable. I wish I was nearly this talented!
There were workshops running all day that taught techniques for customising Blythe and making her clothes. I only made it to one of these, which taught us how to make her a cute pencil skirt. It was fun to come away having produced something, rather than just shopping.
At the end of the day they raffled off literally hundreds of Blythe related prices which unfortunately I didn't win. I'd started feeling a little rough again so we decided to head to the hotel so I could nap. Then hopefully we could go to the BlytheCon after party that was being held that evening.
It was an amazing day and I literally can't wait for next year, when hopefully I'll be healthier and up to meeting more of the other collector's that were walking around. Scotland is rapidly winning a place in my heart.
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