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)

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.

"Good Morning!" said the birds to the bee's.

Waking up in my house on a Saturday morning is lovely.
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.

Momma bear and me.

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.

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.

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.