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.

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.

Happy birthday Lindsay Jane.

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!

Oh I doooooo like to beeeee beside the Seeeeea-Side.

A beach called Peter Pan.For reals.
A ridiculously decadent waffle house down the road.
Monkeys that steal food right out your kitchen.
Memories of surfer boys who's names i cant recall, but the minute i think of their salty kisses,they take me back to sixteen years of age all over again.
This is Leisure Bay.
A small sleepy town on the South Coast, where we have been going as a family for close on twenty years, a place cloaked in sea breezy misty happy memories for me,
A place where ill be taking two of my dearest friends in less than two weeks, and i cannot wait to drink wine, read trashy romance novels(I mean when else can you read them but at the beach??)
eat crayfish, live barefoot for a good ten days, and introduce my miss loveliest Marianne and magical Amanda Jane to one of my oldest friends, a little town called Port Edward, a place shabby but lovely, filled to the brim with a charity store, a pharmacy aptly named Strawberry lane, and the best darn fish and chips you will ever have in your whole entire life.
I have included in this post a little montage of what generally happens the minute we arrive at the beach house. Lucy(the dog) and I, run straight from the car, into the ocean in our clothes.
Cos thats how we roll.

A rose is a rose is a rose.

Ah sweet delight that which mornings brings...
I woke up this morning feeling like Shakespeare, all thanks to this beautiful fat, opulent decadent rose that sprouted, seemingly overnight, right outside my bedroom window.
Welcome little rose, you are super lovely.
Please feel free to invite more of your sweet smelling friends to come visit, you sure make my mornings happy.

The Breakfast Club.Part One of sporadic happiness in the form of food and friends.

PART ONE

Nothing better than poached eggs and your pals.
One particularly Sunny Saturday morning recently i found myself sipping mango and ginger fruit juice with some of my gals.
We laughed we chatted, we ate ourselves silly on eggs benedict, and drank ourselves stupid on espresso.
What i found so delicious about the whole affair, was that it hadn't even been planned, spur of the moment breakfast is a must on my saturday morning to do list from now on.

PART TWO.THE NIGHT SPENT WITH AMANDA JANE AND LINDSAY JANE.

Followed by an even more sporadic after work visit at my dear friend Amanda jane's house, where Lindsay Jane, Charlie the Sapniel, Lola the white German Shepard and I proceeded to pop open some vino, rustle up some cheese and crackers and delighful conversation, as we spent the night dancing our hearts away to Aerosmith by candle light.

Faux tree's.

I came across a paper forest being de-tree'd today.
They seemed so lonely in the paper loneliness i wanted to take them home with me.