Rapunzel who?

I have super long blonde locks.
Its my thing.
I flick it, whip it about and generally use it as my secret weapon when picking up boys.
Today i cut it off.
Seriously.
Just under my shoulders.

I watched my long golden locks fall to the floor in dramatically slow motionness, felt the tears prickling at the back of my eyes, it was such an Ah-Ha! moment.(Thank you THANK YOU Oprah Winfrey for invented this glorious phrase!)
I had heard of these woman, who feel the need to cleanse after a breakup, breadown, hip break, break through..and as i felt the breeze of air hit the nape of my neck, i totally understood the myth behind the breakup trim.
It felt glorious.I cried a little, laughed alot and introduce my old self to the new self i was now looking at in the mirror.
She looked so pretty, sophisticated, shiny and new.
It made me so happy.
So perhaps the next time i find myself smiling at a boy, ill use the strong beautiful voice and wit deep down iside me..instead of just flicking my hair.

If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me.

Im blessed to live in a village of truly magical people.

We all have our quirks, our individual laughs, Our love for sandwiches,
Our deep love for music,and our lovely love for eachother.

But most of all we love hanging out together.

Here we are on two different days,at a gig at Love and Revolution for our super talented friend Siya's band 'The brother moves on', and at the impromptu birthday after work drinks for one of our people, Neelan.
A boy who reminds me of a bollywood movie star(yup he's that handsome).
Happy birthday lovely Neelan, you sure make our days a little brighter with your super chic suits.

Dancing Queen, young and free always seventeen.

I love to dance.

I want to dance my way through life.
Lucky for me i have many dancing friends.
This is Joel.

He is super lovely and a super dooper dancer to boot.
And this is Marianne. She is super super lovely and a super dancer to boot.
Heres a dancing day in our dancing lives.

From dollhouses and mud pies to bonds and bills.

There is magic in being a child.

There's beauty in the little things, a butterfly fluttering past the playground on a sunny afternoon.
The smell of crayons on your fingers.
A drawing of two stick figure people holding hands.
Falling asleep in the car and having your father lift you(light as a feather) into his big arms and carrying you to your princess bed.
Having a teddy bear for a best friend.
Ive been longing for those dreamy days.
falling stars that really are just sparkly delicious four point creatures of magic, not a culmination of gas and rock and hard stuff that can hurt us.
i miss that Love was still Romeo and Juliet. Not Sid and Nancy.

Remember the time that when it hurt you cried out in pain unashamedly.and with pure of hearted-ness.
A time where Jumping off the monkey bars without fear resulted in soft green grass between ones toes.
Ah what bliss to be a young little person filled with endless possibility.

I swapped my dollhouse for a real house recently and my collection of puppy in my pocket has trasnslated into adulthood by becoming a collection of shoes and vintage sugar spoons.
The crayon smell on my hands have been replaced by the sharp scent of coriander and garlic as i throw a dinner party for all my grown up friends.
The only thing that hasn't changed...are the stars.
I still look at them, and imagine them shining and winking at eachother, shyly watching the people down below, lit up by their luminous golden light of night.
my journey from child to woman has been filled with bruises, stumbles, little scratches, big happiness, even bigger love and a sense of utter bliss.

I can have my cake and eat it now..without someone yelling at me for spilling crumbs on the floor, because its my floor and my carpet bought by my very grown up money from my very grown up job.
Sjoe its nice to be a redlipstick wearing girl of 26.

Batman and his dogs.

We met this curious man on Friday evening.
He is a tattoo artist.
He wears leather.
All the time.
And so do his dogs.

All the time as well.black leather dog clothes made out of skatepads and cow hide.
They go with him everywhere.

happily in their pitch black baby pram.

Seriously.

Little Suzie home-maker.

So ive been blogging on and on about my new digs.
My new boudoir is almost complete and im like a little kid the night before christmas.
Here are some pictures of my progress.
Ive been painting old chairs, making little lanterns, dreaming up where what is going to go.
A brand new clean start...
pink walls, the hepburn painting...ah my little heart is very happy.

Speaking of hotels and Oscars.

Hayleigh and I decided to get dressed up for the Oscars.(this was a super cool idea seeing as it was being screened at 3.30 am and we were desperate for an adventure!)
Not only did we dress up,
We booked ourselves a hotel room.
Went for some prawns, bought some champagne, and headed to the 12 decades hotel for a night of glamour and dreams.
The night started off deliciously, with Peroni and food, pretty dresses and the Jozi skyline winking at us from our hotel room.
I wish i could lie and say the Oscars were wonderful... but somehow our big beautiful bed thought we would enjoy some sweet sleep more, we clapped at the opening and then fell asleep about two oscars in.
But somehow... it didnt matter.

We had ourselves on helluva girl adventure.