Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart.
To all my wonderful friends who live far far far away, what's an ocean between us.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sea-led with a kiss.
Sand between your toes.
Wine before 12 in the afternoon.
daydreaming.
Some of the perks of a seaside holiday.
being in a sleepy town with a population of five gave me plenty of time to sort out the noise in my head.
It was tough. It was all kinds of something.
Theres nothing like the roaring ocean and nothing but books and the occasional seagull for company to really force you to re-eavulate your life.
I was so sick to death of the whole woe is me drama that has been playing lead in my life lately,
But too much wine and my daily 'hellow and how are you today' trip to the Spar to get my fresh veg conversation with the teller really made me step up and say, okay fine, ill deal with it now.
Which is how i came to find myself completely inconsolable with laughter on thursday morning.
I was honestly just going for a bit of a power walk and to gulp some fresh sea air, when everything hit me like a Jackie Collins novel over the head.
You cannot put a band-aid ontop of a band-aid ontop of a band-aid.
Life just doesn't respond well to that kind of denial.
And i think after pilling on my tenth band-aid the universe just got fed up, pulled my by my ear and said 'Listen now missy, you have wallowed long enough, write a letter, cry your eyes out but for goodness sake deal with it!'
Now for a girl thinking she didnt have much to deal with, this was quite a daunting task.
So i took out my little notepad and pen and sat down to write down all those feeling of let down-ness i could muster and off i toddled to the rocks below our beach house to throw my 'message in a bottle' into the deep blue sea.
I was kind of hoping for a movie moment, hair whipped gently by the wind..the sound track of some feel good song willing me forward.
Luck and romance once again failed to show up to this one woman party.
I chose the one day where every child and their uncle, and their aunt would happen to be on my very secluded beach.
Now sitting on a dune with a letter in a bottle next to you for company is somewhat ridiculous.
I sat. like some foolish woman on that sand dune waiting for the uncles and aunts and children to high ho on outta there so i could have my 'Barbra Streisand Your girl is lovely hubble' moment.
And even when the crowds had left and i sauntered ungracefully falling over rocks twice to get to the sea, even then dear reader, the ocean spat my bottle right back out to shore and i begrudgingly had to fish it out to try once more, to 'let go' via message in a bottle.
I got sand in my eye,and stood on a dead sardine.
The bottle with all its papery hopes and dreams floating happily on a shimmering wave while i hobbled back to the house like some bad American sitcom.
Wine before 12 in the afternoon.
daydreaming.
Some of the perks of a seaside holiday.
being in a sleepy town with a population of five gave me plenty of time to sort out the noise in my head.
It was tough. It was all kinds of something.
Theres nothing like the roaring ocean and nothing but books and the occasional seagull for company to really force you to re-eavulate your life.
I was so sick to death of the whole woe is me drama that has been playing lead in my life lately,
But too much wine and my daily 'hellow and how are you today' trip to the Spar to get my fresh veg conversation with the teller really made me step up and say, okay fine, ill deal with it now.
Which is how i came to find myself completely inconsolable with laughter on thursday morning.
I was honestly just going for a bit of a power walk and to gulp some fresh sea air, when everything hit me like a Jackie Collins novel over the head.
You cannot put a band-aid ontop of a band-aid ontop of a band-aid.
Life just doesn't respond well to that kind of denial.
And i think after pilling on my tenth band-aid the universe just got fed up, pulled my by my ear and said 'Listen now missy, you have wallowed long enough, write a letter, cry your eyes out but for goodness sake deal with it!'
Now for a girl thinking she didnt have much to deal with, this was quite a daunting task.
So i took out my little notepad and pen and sat down to write down all those feeling of let down-ness i could muster and off i toddled to the rocks below our beach house to throw my 'message in a bottle' into the deep blue sea.
I was kind of hoping for a movie moment, hair whipped gently by the wind..the sound track of some feel good song willing me forward.
Luck and romance once again failed to show up to this one woman party.
I chose the one day where every child and their uncle, and their aunt would happen to be on my very secluded beach.
Now sitting on a dune with a letter in a bottle next to you for company is somewhat ridiculous.
I sat. like some foolish woman on that sand dune waiting for the uncles and aunts and children to high ho on outta there so i could have my 'Barbra Streisand Your girl is lovely hubble' moment.
And even when the crowds had left and i sauntered ungracefully falling over rocks twice to get to the sea, even then dear reader, the ocean spat my bottle right back out to shore and i begrudgingly had to fish it out to try once more, to 'let go' via message in a bottle.
I got sand in my eye,and stood on a dead sardine.
The bottle with all its papery hopes and dreams floating happily on a shimmering wave while i hobbled back to the house like some bad American sitcom.
Friday, April 15, 2011
'Im looking for hapiness...am i on the right road sir?'
Vintage 1950's white one piece bathing costume?check.
Beach house litterally on the beach?Check.
10 brand spanking new delicious beach reads?check.
brand new blackberry to take brand new blackberryish photos with?check.
A new hair cut?check.
Freshly painted red toes?check.
10 days of snoozing, wine,sea,swim,more sea and crayfish?check.
happiness?CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK!!
Charlie and the Chicken.
'An Affair to remember' 'Wuthering Heights'.'When Harry met Sally'.
'Charlie and the Chicken' hold on a minute, now i know you are saying 'mmmm think i may have missed that one', but if you go to a gorgeous little house in the heart of Melville you will meet Charlie, and his chicken.
A spaniel with a great big heart, who has fallen for one very plastic chicken, made in China.
Its an epic love affair.
Its true romance.
doggy style.
'Charlie and the Chicken' hold on a minute, now i know you are saying 'mmmm think i may have missed that one', but if you go to a gorgeous little house in the heart of Melville you will meet Charlie, and his chicken.
A spaniel with a great big heart, who has fallen for one very plastic chicken, made in China.
Its an epic love affair.
Its true romance.
doggy style.
Sex and the city.
Nothing like three jolly good gal pals saying no to work on a particularly chilly Friday.
We got take away pizza, nesquick and straws, pulled on our socks, crawled under the covers,
and spent a little time with our other group of girls..you know the ones?
They live in new York own way too much Prada and say things like 'Another round of cosmo's please'...
Mandy fell in love with Aidan all over again, i fell in love with Carrie's shoes all over again, and Marianne dozed off.
No better 'chicken soup' for the heart than sex and the city and your friendamily.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sjoe thats some pink cansyfloss.
Feeling particularly romantic on Thursday i baked these rose water, cotton candy cupcakes for some friends.
The candy floss melted and my romantic mood dissolved into oh woe is me-ness, but it just goes to show, candy floss and romance are the not to be taken for granted, eat em up and love em up or they just pooooof you into a damsel in distress.
Rose and candy floss cupcakes
How i imagine my romantic look must have looked before it faded(shame sigh)
The candy floss melted and my romantic mood dissolved into oh woe is me-ness, but it just goes to show, candy floss and romance are the not to be taken for granted, eat em up and love em up or they just pooooof you into a damsel in distress.
Rose and candy floss cupcakes
How i imagine my romantic look must have looked before it faded(shame sigh)
Parkview.The classier cousin of Melville.
Sjoe Parkview is savvy.
Ladies in their pearls and Italian loafers carrying 'still hot from the oven' French loaves, Peonies and blackberries(The phone not the fruit of course) in one arm, and a baby Gap wearing infant in the other.
Painfully chic and tastefully just a little bit above the rest of us Plebs, in a Jacaranda tree infested hub live the Parkview-ians.
I entered this nice smelling village yesterday morning to go sample what i heard was the greatest new pancake eating, flat white drinking coffee shop since Vovo Telo.
Sjoe, oh me oh my, did i come home with some treasures from the land of Parkview Plenty.
Ripe round peaches, pink perfect rasberries, crisp roses the colour of Josephs techni-coloured dream coat., a slice of cake for a friend who goes nuts for anything cream cheesy and figgy, a bag of freshly roasted coffee, 10 new books from the library a foamy creamy flat white and whats more...a posh accent. Of all things Parkview might have bestowed upon me in the half hour we spent together, i have finally realised, there is something to be said for pronouncing your words correctly, like a lady in pearls, carrying French loaves and trendy dressed infants would do.
Thanks Parkview.For the fruit and the elocution class.
Ladies in their pearls and Italian loafers carrying 'still hot from the oven' French loaves, Peonies and blackberries(The phone not the fruit of course) in one arm, and a baby Gap wearing infant in the other.
Painfully chic and tastefully just a little bit above the rest of us Plebs, in a Jacaranda tree infested hub live the Parkview-ians.
I entered this nice smelling village yesterday morning to go sample what i heard was the greatest new pancake eating, flat white drinking coffee shop since Vovo Telo.
Sjoe, oh me oh my, did i come home with some treasures from the land of Parkview Plenty.
Ripe round peaches, pink perfect rasberries, crisp roses the colour of Josephs techni-coloured dream coat., a slice of cake for a friend who goes nuts for anything cream cheesy and figgy, a bag of freshly roasted coffee, 10 new books from the library a foamy creamy flat white and whats more...a posh accent. Of all things Parkview might have bestowed upon me in the half hour we spent together, i have finally realised, there is something to be said for pronouncing your words correctly, like a lady in pearls, carrying French loaves and trendy dressed infants would do.
Thanks Parkview.For the fruit and the elocution class.
Friday, April 8, 2011
"Good Morning!" said the birds to the bee's.
There is always someone pottering outside feeding the birds, Someone making the coffee,
The sound of scrambled eggs sizzling, toast popping, jazz on the stereo jazzing.
By 9am we have already started cooking up a big ole' Saturday lunch feast, and we laze around on the porch reading the papers.
Thank you family for waking me up so nicely each day. The coffee's great, the food even better and the company..Sjoe the company is Nice.
Bargain Buying.
Today i couldnt resist a little retail therapy.
I shopped like i was saving for Bali(Which i am) Everytime a beautiful dress put out its arms and cried for me to take her home, i simply closed my eyes, and saw myself sipping a pina-colada on a sandy white beach.
But when a dress at Forever New shouted out holding up its 70% off price tag, i went over and adopted her. She is a real beauty, a silky peach textured dress, feather light, and golly gosh, down from R698 to R205.
And if that wasn't enough of a thrill for a girl saving for a tropical island getaway,
At my local thrift store, i found a Jackie O 'to die for' emerald green coat, with a cute bow to boot for a staggeringly cheap R65..
And then dear reader, i found two quaint 1970's books, one on Paris and one on woman who kill in then name of love. (what can i say, im a sucker for the Crime channel)
And then i came home to find a little love gift from a super special someone..
Isn't it a beauty?
It calls to be worn with red lips, black gloves and a little woolen hat.
I shopped like i was saving for Bali(Which i am) Everytime a beautiful dress put out its arms and cried for me to take her home, i simply closed my eyes, and saw myself sipping a pina-colada on a sandy white beach.
But when a dress at Forever New shouted out holding up its 70% off price tag, i went over and adopted her. She is a real beauty, a silky peach textured dress, feather light, and golly gosh, down from R698 to R205.
And if that wasn't enough of a thrill for a girl saving for a tropical island getaway,
At my local thrift store, i found a Jackie O 'to die for' emerald green coat, with a cute bow to boot for a staggeringly cheap R65..
And then i came home to find a little love gift from a super special someone..
Isn't it a beauty?
It calls to be worn with red lips, black gloves and a little woolen hat.
Water Water Everywhere and not a drop to drink.
So i have become totally obsessed by textures.
Winter is just around the corner and everywhere i look, there are deep forest green velvet coats, black swirly patterned stockings, fluffy woolen scarves, so delicious in texture i nearly salivated in Forever New today.
Alas i am saving for Bali, So i have become a bonified expert at window shopping.
Here are some amazing textures and styles to lure you into the Winter spirit.
Winter is just around the corner and everywhere i look, there are deep forest green velvet coats, black swirly patterned stockings, fluffy woolen scarves, so delicious in texture i nearly salivated in Forever New today.
Alas i am saving for Bali, So i have become a bonified expert at window shopping.
Here are some amazing textures and styles to lure you into the Winter spirit.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Easter Strawberry Milkshake Wopper Cake.Sjoe!
The only reason Im vaguely interested in Easter is for the treasure hunt.
The thrill of seeing a shiny brightly coloured egg hiding in a shrub is even better than Mark Walhberg's abs.
This year we will be at the beach for Easter, and i thought, to celebrate The egg hunt(not Easter) I would bake this 'ridiculously laugh out loud is this for real??' milkshake cake.
Sjoe its going to be nice!
A wise Woman once said.
This is Emma Bekker.
A superb creature of delights, who prefers casserole dishes and red wine over jewellery and other such things.
Last night at her 39th birthday party celebration, a small intimate affair with red red red wine, vegan maize tartlets, creamy quiches, and a group of totally unique and interesting folk, i experienced a few truly remarkable things.
Her beautiful daughter, aptly nicknamed by my mother as Tiertjie and lovingly called 'Sussa' by her family, took me out into the cold night so she could show me her thriving veggie patch. Now this was not just any veggie patch, barely visible by the silver light of the moon, she proudly showed me, her gigantic shrub of rasberry's, and her magnificent exotic patch of Brazillian Melon(yes for reals, Brazilian Melon) Now, this is a twelve year old,a young little old soul who, when getting her period for the first time was thrown a party a 'celebration for finally being a woman' which her mother came up with, much to the delight of all of us..It seemed so very creative, so magical in its womanly loveliness. We drank red wine, spoke the wisdom and secrets of the sisterhood, and went home feeling so proud and womanly.
The second thing that blew me away, was witnessing the deep and majestic love Emma and her husband Albert share.
Together for 18 years,and absolutely destined for one another. Not to sound overtly romantic or tediously soppy, but you can honestly not see where the one begins and the other ends. Albert is a man of few words, but boy, when he speaks, they sure are the right ones. When making his speech last night, he said a very beautiful thing "Emma, jy is die beste vrou op die hele aard bol' (Emma, you are the best wife on the entire earth ball) I tell you i swooned, i nearly swooned myself right off my chair.
Emma is a remarkable writer, poet, world understander, luminous human being, that i feel so honoured to be loved by.
Thank you for sending little shivers of awe down my arms last night, the goosbumps are still here and i cant wait for the next dinner, filled to the brim with stories and fireflies and magic which is you.
A superb creature of delights, who prefers casserole dishes and red wine over jewellery and other such things.
Last night at her 39th birthday party celebration, a small intimate affair with red red red wine, vegan maize tartlets, creamy quiches, and a group of totally unique and interesting folk, i experienced a few truly remarkable things.
Her beautiful daughter, aptly nicknamed by my mother as Tiertjie and lovingly called 'Sussa' by her family, took me out into the cold night so she could show me her thriving veggie patch. Now this was not just any veggie patch, barely visible by the silver light of the moon, she proudly showed me, her gigantic shrub of rasberry's, and her magnificent exotic patch of Brazillian Melon(yes for reals, Brazilian Melon) Now, this is a twelve year old,a young little old soul who, when getting her period for the first time was thrown a party a 'celebration for finally being a woman' which her mother came up with, much to the delight of all of us..It seemed so very creative, so magical in its womanly loveliness. We drank red wine, spoke the wisdom and secrets of the sisterhood, and went home feeling so proud and womanly.
The second thing that blew me away, was witnessing the deep and majestic love Emma and her husband Albert share.
Together for 18 years,and absolutely destined for one another. Not to sound overtly romantic or tediously soppy, but you can honestly not see where the one begins and the other ends. Albert is a man of few words, but boy, when he speaks, they sure are the right ones. When making his speech last night, he said a very beautiful thing "Emma, jy is die beste vrou op die hele aard bol' (Emma, you are the best wife on the entire earth ball) I tell you i swooned, i nearly swooned myself right off my chair.
Emma is a remarkable writer, poet, world understander, luminous human being, that i feel so honoured to be loved by.
Thank you for sending little shivers of awe down my arms last night, the goosbumps are still here and i cant wait for the next dinner, filled to the brim with stories and fireflies and magic which is you.
This is not my safety blanket.
I met this little big guy on Sunday.
He walked around the Arts on Main Gourmet Food Market(www.marketonmain.co.za) with his pink toy sheep in his mouth.
He never put it down. Not even when i went to say hellow and patted his cute furry head.
I hope to see him at next week's market, he sure made me happy.
He walked around the Arts on Main Gourmet Food Market(www.marketonmain.co.za) with his pink toy sheep in his mouth.
He never put it down. Not even when i went to say hellow and patted his cute furry head.
I hope to see him at next week's market, he sure made me happy.
Blowing out some candles on a cold Tuesday morning.
My little best friend had a birthday on Tuesday.
She turned a very big twenty eight for such a little person.
We met super early for a quick 'love you,lets eat cake and celebrate' birthday breakfast at Tasha's.
Just the six of us and a whole lotta presents.
From horses(not real ones) to New York(really...she got New York for her birthday), to a silver little bird necklace to remind her how far she has flown.
We sang to her as a little cupcake with its little candle was brought out,we laughed(alot) I cried(a little, into my flat white when no one was looking..this was our 20th birthday togther,and i felt overwhelmed for a moment) We sure squeezed alot of happiness into an hour..And it made me realise, how amazing to have a little soul family gathering at 7am on a Tuesday morning.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Eat Pray Love in Bali.
This is Bali.
This is the romantic idea of us in Bali.
A place where broken hearted girls go for a bit of eat pray loveness, with wonderful friends, many many Bali Hai's(traditional Balinese cocktail), many a long stroll on the beach..drinking Bali Hai's...many hours of napping on the 'white as santa clause's beard' beaches...drinking Bali Hai's...eating food...and drinking Bali Hai's.
Now you're probably thinking.. why on earth am I randomly posting about Bali and all things Balinese..Well, lovely friend and reader, i am taking a leap of faith in the form of a flight, an come December(drumroll please) some super duper glorious friends and i will be boarding a plane headed for this tropical island for my 26th birthday bash! plans of ballgowns and champagne on a beach in Bali are in the pipeline.. watch this space. November is going to be a festive one.
I do confess i do not know how to ride a bicycle, but no 'eat pray love' holiday can be complete without a bike ride through the sugar canes of Bali!
This is the romantic idea of us in Bali.
A place where broken hearted girls go for a bit of eat pray loveness, with wonderful friends, many many Bali Hai's(traditional Balinese cocktail), many a long stroll on the beach..drinking Bali Hai's...many hours of napping on the 'white as santa clause's beard' beaches...drinking Bali Hai's...eating food...and drinking Bali Hai's.
Now you're probably thinking.. why on earth am I randomly posting about Bali and all things Balinese..Well, lovely friend and reader, i am taking a leap of faith in the form of a flight, an come December(drumroll please) some super duper glorious friends and i will be boarding a plane headed for this tropical island for my 26th birthday bash! plans of ballgowns and champagne on a beach in Bali are in the pipeline.. watch this space. November is going to be a festive one.
I do confess i do not know how to ride a bicycle, but no 'eat pray love' holiday can be complete without a bike ride through the sugar canes of Bali!
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