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!