Thursday, January 29, 2009

Rocking the Boat

Due to the pre-party on Thursday, I wasn't very productive on Friday. I arrived late-ish at work, and was shocked that no one even missed me, or even raised an eyebrow on my tardiness! The whole non-chalant attitude with regards to this fabulous quarter life milestone kind of hurt my feelings, but I got right on the "it's all about me"-bandwagon by telling EVERYONE that it's MY birthday. As a matter of fact, I'm still claiming the last few days of January.

Saturday morning, bright and bushy-tailed, I texted all my matey's to remind them about our departure time, and to bring something warm. I've learnt this the hard way: it gets chilly out on the open waters, and unfortunately there will be no Captain to take care of me today.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Happy birthday to Me

Dear Sipho/Thuli/Goodman

Thank you for your fantastic service last night. You did a magnificent job of continuously topping up my bubbly, and promptly serving the Jagermeister at the secret signal the Captain and you have devised. I also genuinely appreciate your ringing the bell to announce to everyone that it's my birthday, and encouraging me to cheers glasses with every patron to my good fortune and health.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A Woman's Right to Shoes...and other pretty things

In the famous words of Miss Carrie Bradshaw:

"The fact is, sometimes it's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes.
That's why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun. "

Which is why the Housemate and I donned our most fun shoes over the weekend, and strutted our finery through town. Random strangers came up to us to comment on our fabulous shoes...and if they didn't, we pointed it out to them.

Hottie: Why do you keep looking down?
The Housemate: Because I'm wearing f*&^%$#!ing pretty shoes. Look.

I've also received an early birthday gift from the Original Rockstar. Actually, it's last year's gift that's only made the trans-Atlantic trip now, but better late than never, right? It's a small stool and table shaped like a bouchon...could it be anymore perfect?! He's definitely in the lead for the coolest present so far; the Captain will have to shape up before he's shipped out.

Monday, January 19, 2009


The sudden loss of The Fashionista's beloved uncle overshadows the past weekend.

Johan van der Merwe and his family has welcomed me into their home for Christmas, and in turn, I've found a place for them in my heart. The way he spoke about his horses, and pointed out the different personalities and characteristics of each; the way Julie faffed about us girls and sent us in different directions in the kitchen; the way Charl teased like only a brother could, and the way Danielle gossiped and giggled like you would with a dear friend has made it a Christmas that I would always treasure. No-one in the world should go through such pain, and the only thing that one can be grateful for, if any, is the fact that they're such a close-knit and loving family.

Friday, January 16, 2009

News of the day

SATC is how we currently entertain ourselves in our tv-less life, so this
made me happy dance around the office when I found it. It
will combine my two favourite things in the whole world.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

That's how I roll.

The original Rockstar sent me this pic recently. I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal. In other news, the planning for the Quarterlife Crisis Kick-off next week is in full swing. That's right, folks, I'm getting ancient. We'll be rocking The Captain's yacht for the weekend, and taking a booze cruise around the beautiful Cape Peninsula with the posse.

The Fashionista also spent yesterday in Martha-mode: she brought me homebaked muffins to work (now everybody LOVES her) and I got home to her stitching away, making scatters for our garden furniture. Bless her.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Been there, done that

As I'm maid of honour to the Bride to Be, I've been spending an unnatural amount of time (for a singleton) on wedding and photography websites, wedding blogs, browsing through magazines, etc, which is how I've stumbled across this list edited by Stephanie Burke.

The idea is to bold what you've done and pass it on...

1. Started your own blog – deleted the first one because I got some unwanted attention.

2. Slept under the stars – yes, when I was small it was fun but haven’t been camping recently.

3. Played in a band – no, but I did have piano and flute lessons until I was 13.

4. Watched a meteor shower - no, but I spent a summer working in the Northern Cape where the skies are clear and the shooting stars are plenty.

5. Given more than you can afford to charity – nope, but I’m spending more time on charity this year.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Short and sweet

Oh my goodness. It's been a whirl-wind 2 months. Yay for the festive season, never-ending socializing and days off to keep a girl busy!

1 Move later and unfortunately we're now living next to a shebeen/whorehouse/crackhouse. If that wasn't bad enough, the students from hell other neighbours moved in last week and decided to invite everyone left in Stellenbosch's bar last night at 2am to their place for more drinking. I was listening to their dumb jokes and idiotic sayings ("cool bru, lekker my bra") until 4am.

2 weddings attended. Absolute bliss. Me likey all that white and everlasting promises and open bars romance at the moment.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Indigo Bay...can I stay?

Welcome to Mozambique!

Monday afternoon the Captain asks: Darling, let's get away this weekend. Where do you want to go before harvest steals all our time?

Silly little me thinks, ' would be nice. Let's run off to Plett or Knysna...' and the Captains says: " you have a passport? Great. Pack swimwear."