Whaddaya mean its free?

Swapping Malls.

The latest craze to hit all those trendy countries around the world, has finally hit little ole South Africa.
A concept of bringing your old stuff(nice old stuff) to swop for coupons and then off to a space where you get to shop for free using your coupons.
Its quite something.
What i loved the most was each item came with a tag where the previous owner had written a little story about said item.
Here's a few pics from our first swopping mall day at Atlas studio's.

Nifty.

I long for a site like this in sunny South Africa.
www.etsy.com
The products are so beautiful and creative, you cant help but want to make things day and night with them.
Im nuts about moulds to make soap, icing decorations, and paper mache decors for cards with, and i nearly slid off my stool seeing these.

Let sleeping Bears Lie.

Bear Bean Bags are all the roar..I mean Rage.

In her Shoes.

Every now and then you meet a remarkable pair of shoes.
Seriously, you do.
And without sounding superficial or flaky (which woman seem to do sadly when speaking of shoes) it really sometimes is love at first slip on the foot.
A quickening of the pulse, an intake of breath so sharp and without warning it can leave even the most avid shoe-a-holic breathless and faint.
I am one of those girls. Who have a love affair with the art that is a beautiful shoe..
It all started about three months ago.
I met a pair of 'Dorothy sparkling pumps' The Maria Callas of foot aparatus in the Witchery section of Stuttafords.
As in most great love stories, it was a rocky beginning.
The price for love seemed awfully high, higher than i was prepared to pay... Surely love shouldn't cost a thing? 'Na- ah', said this shopping mall holding out its grubby hand for blood love money.
Defeated by lack of funds and filled with a sense of loss, i walked out glancing back, eyes brimming with tears, feet dragging behind me.
But sometimes, in the quiet of the night, id think of the Dorothy shoes. Where were they now, were they out there, somewhere, with the wrong size 5 feet?being walked on, and trodden on?
The thought made my toes curl in remorse.
Time passed, and my sole began to heel.
I consoled myself by bringing home many cheap shoes...Most turned out to be a short standing affair, the pinch that comes with cheap love is not something i recommend for the faint hearted.
Today, the love story took a turn.
All it took was a four letter to word...and all those old leathery feelings came rushing back.
50%Sale. There it was, printed on shiny red paper like Christmas, all red and lovely.
I walked in a daze to the shoe section, willing to see a speck of sparkle under the neon lights.
And suddenly! there....they.... were...
More beautiful, more glorious, more bow-ey, more sparkly, more delicious than i could have ever dreamed...
I hugged that box to my chest, it felt so right this time, like this time we really could make it...walk together in perfect sync, style and panache.
So tonight dear reader, im happy to say, We walked together, foot in foot for the first time.
We dined and wined and movie'd ourselves into a state of absolute bliss...
Thank you Winter Sale,for bringing us together.

A little beach house for you and for me.

You know your day starts off rough and busy when you and your best friend cant make your ritual morning 'Hello i love you, what you doing today' call.
Exasperated from a severely crazy work week Lindsay Jane and i came up with a genius plan.
When are are 40 years old, We will buy a little beach house together.
One of those ones like in the movie 'Beaches'.
We will lie on our sun porch reading Vanity Fair, eating freshly caught fish in the sunshine and bask in the happiness which is salty fresh ocean air.
A good goal to work towards don't you think?

A glass slipper and poof!its a fairy tale.

im so in love with these pictures of William and Kate.
It shows a Hollywood-esque romantic comedy poster side to the glowing couple that makes me smile.

It was Destiny.

Driving back from Three Rivers(A one horse town near Vereeniging)yesterday,
I stopped at the local Wimpy to treat myself to one of their cheese burgers and shakes.
Once there i was greeted by the Wimpy manager, a flamboyant delightful man with the name of Destiny. His ear sparkled with a diamante earing, his eyebrows were perfectly plucked, his lips shiny and sparkly from lipgloss.
His dark skin was beautiful, his eyes rimmed with false lashes.
And boy was he lovely.
I said to him,'Destiny, dont you find it hard being yourself in this one horse town of narrow minded biggots?' he raised his eyebrow slightly and gave me a pensive look.
'Girlfriend, what else can i do but be true to myself?' id rather get beat up by the boers and the homophobes than be something i'm not'
I was flabergasted.
A black man called Destiny, living in the heart of Afrikanner-ville, loud proud and gay?
Before i left i gave him my Mac barely there blusher and an old Este Lauder bright pink lipstick i had found at the bottom of my bag.
All i can say is... you go girl... and may you find your Destiny...away from the Three rivers wimpy, the biggots and the corn fields.i salute you and your courage.

Little Lambs.

So I've been doing driving lessons in the cemetery in Melville.(Dont ask)
There are billions of graves, with all kinds of stories attached to them.
Now i'm not one who's really creeped out by graveyards or the dead.
That was until i stumbled upon the children's section, man is that sad.
Teeny tiny little graves, overflowing with flowers, some without flowers for years. Some with teeny tiny pictures of teeny tiny beautiful babies.
It makes you realise just how fragile life is, and how final death is.
These few pics are of some graves and images that really touched me deeply.

Love...in a pharmacy....at first sight.

Just when you thought love at first sight is so gone with the wind,here's looking at you kid, and we'll always have Paris had retired to the back of your granny's closet to live with the mothballs and old coats, think again.
Today i met a woman who met her husband at the pharmacy.
Mays pharmacy in Melville Johannesburg(You know the one right?the one across the road from the triple threat building?a building of three levels. At the bottom is the Adult world 2nd level is Potters house, a charismatic church,third level...a karate studio.Sjoe.)
To make a long story short.
She works in the pharmacy, he was a regular buyer of Sinutab and Eno.
One day he asked her a simple question...
'What are you doing....for the rest of your life?' and the rest is history... 18 months later, they have a beautiful baby, a dream marriage, and a lovely little house.
Maybe love is lurking in the back corner of your local pharmacy. Seems there's hope after all!HOORAH!

Murder She Wrote

Today i went on a killing spree.
Naturally me causing murder and mayhem was all in my head. And in this sordid daydream was me. Armed, with one massive pink plastic sword and killer tomb raider moves.
I murdered not only the fat man who thought it his right to shove his fat bottom in front of me at the quick Spar, i also plunged my pink plastic sword through the heart of the taxi driver who swerved in front of me(me!the learner driver!) and proceeded to give me(me!the learner driver!) the bird.
Now i am not promoting violence, or condoning road rage(truly i'm not, my blog is pink for god's sake) but nonetheless, may i just say, today, was not a good day.
Now i know what your thinking 'Come on,put on that big girl's blouse and show em whatcha got!"
But alas, i retreated, warily, one eye a-quiver,one lip a-trembling, to the safety of my kitchen, where i armed myself with my only weapon of choice.. A martini...straight up.
So bottoms up ladies and gentleman. I am officially waving the little white flag, throwing in the..proverbial pink sword and handing myself over to the couch potato police.
For the rest of the evening anyway.

I just Cant get'cha outta my head.

A hop skip and a jump away from Joburg, nestled between the mountains lies Sun City.
A gamblers paradise of slot machines and whiskey, smoking area's and fake rocks. Did i mention one super fake ocean, set in a backdrop of a super fake Ancient ruin(Speakers cleverly hidden in between the plastic rocks to give off the sound of super fake lions and super fake drums being beaten by a super fake ancient tribe?)
So when we heard the delicious Kylie Minogue was planning a stop over on her world tour to our tacky Sunny resort, we grabbed at the chance to see this goddess perform.
Not only did we have tickets,we had one really really really long limo, one really really really large booze cabinet in the limo, three really really really large platters of fancy shmancy snacks in the limo, and one really really really girly girl amongst a car of really really really fabulous gay men.
It was Priscilla Queen of the desert, it was To Wong Fu thanks for everything Julie Newmar, it was positively Bird Cage-esque
Totally tipsy, we arrived at the Palace, an extravagant hotel where cheap champagne, as it turns out, at five hundred and eighty rand a glass, is not very cheap at all.
We shoved our bags and pockets with handfuls of free snacks, collected our VIP arm tags, ran through the hallways of Sun City(Me in dark glasses and a head scarf, with my gaggle of gays shouting 'Kylie!Kylie!which with me being a size 10 apposed to Kylie's size 0 was not a very convincing venture)
And went to see the Aphrodite show.
It was beautiful, Dolce and Gabbana outfits everywhere, beautiful half naked men flying from the ceiling, Kylie in her petite prettiness was truly fabulous...singing the songs of my youth alongside the Aussie princess has left me hoarse and oh so happy..It was a night to remember.
Miss Kylie Minogue, We should be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky to have seen you!bless you and all your Dolce divineness.

Hoorah for Junk in the trunk!

Jeez I am thrilled to bits and pieces that healthy curves are back in.
Too long has Kate Moss and her eternally hungry and starved to the point of death look, been romantically labelled as heroin chic, making us full figured girls eat more Oreo's from pure shame of our bountiful behinds...
Christina Hendricks has sashayed into Hollywood all curves and volume and soft ample flesh and has honestly made me feel like a million dollars, given me a little 'Curvy is good and lovely and pretty' injection, So i say go eat a cheese burger Kate Moss and the rest of you, bums are beautiful...HOORAH!

Okay...I think i'm in Love.