Date Night

All i want is one nice date.


We would go here.

And id wear this.

And because of the place and the dress... we would end up like this..

Nice huh?

With Love from Switzerland.

My friend Deddou had five days off from her job in Zurich Switzerland before she headed to Istanbul, So naturally she booked a flight to visit me in South Africa for five days.
We wined and dined, drank copious amounts of rooibos tea, ran around the dogpark with maya the bee, had long talks in bed for hours and hours, glared together at the overcast sky, danced in the sun when it finally showed its happy face.

We created a little world of friendship and happiness for those five glorious days, until Tuesday when all was packed up and tears were shed at the stop and drop at the airport.
I miss her topshop clothes hanging in my closet, her little laugh when i bring her coffee in the mornings, the way she fell in love with Joburg all over again and made me fall in love with Joburg all over again.

Deddou you little tiertjie of delight, thank you for far too much swiss chocolate, eye cream that actually works and for showing me what brave girls really look like.
ich trage Ihr Herz mit mir ich trage es in meinem Herzen

Oh my good Hairness!

Libraries are cool.

I honestly think i am the last of my friends to own a library card.
Every Friday i go to Parkview library with my little basket and come home infinately richer with 6 or so delicious books.
I love finding little book marks people have left in there, i once found a love letter, a piece of lavender, a print out on erectile difunction and many more slightly amusing things.
Parkview library is amazing.
They have all these little sections like the 'great books you might have missed' section, the reading corner(for adults!)
and the very best part?
Outside in their courtyard they have piles and piles of old books for R1 and R2 and R5 that you can scoop up and feel like the worlds luckiest girl because you found a honest to god 1950's copy of Sense and Sensibility.
In our modern era of gadgets and computers, i feel deeply sad that books are being forgotten, do yourselves a favour, go get a library book, go visit the musty books and interesting characters that sit around the library, you might find yourself drawn to a world of Alice in Wonderland and The Velveteen Rabbit.

Tea for two.

I attempted to put on my face,and a pretty dress today.
Being housebound for the last week thanks to my new very time consuming and demanding relationship with Mr Bronchitis Van Flu has left me ravenous for my friends and their spectacular company.
I am happy to say the relationship seems to have ended as quickly as it started.
I have thrown away all the remains including the soaked tissues and vicks,packed up all his stuff(cough syrup, med lemon, sinutab) and have put it all in a brown box on the curb.
So today i walked out the house a single girl once more to meet my Best friend for a little light lunching and heavy gossiping at our favorite cafe,Service Station.
She ate a Parma brie sandwich, i ate home made vanilla bean ice cream.
It was delicious. the conversation, the food and the freedom to be out on the town in my red lips with the person who knows me best.
I came home and realised such a remarkable thing, who the heck needs medicine when friends and laughter and really creamy ice cream can heal just about anything in the whole wide world, well i never.

Breakfast Lunch Tea.The many little meals of Rose Bakery.

I was this close(insert small hand gesture here)to throwing a pair of red heels into my vintage brown suitcase, and popping off to Paris for breakfast lunch and tea at The Rose Bakery.
But alas, lack of funds has made me go out and purchase the delectable book instead.
One of the reviews i read on the book made me all dizzy from delight it went a little something like this "Rose Carrarini’s first cookbook, Breakfast, Lunch, Tea — based on the dishes she serves at her café, Rose Bakery — carries much of the same appeal. Almost all of the recipes are for familiar foods — scones, carrot salad, brownies — except that Carrarini is British and her café is in Paris. The book’s appeal lies in its charming Anglo-French combination, one part Secret Garden, one part Madeline." how deliciously romantic does that sound?
One day Paris, one day Rose Bakery, ill show up in my red heels with a rumbling hungry tummy and you better have a slice of that asparagus tart ready for me.

But is it Art?