Saturday, December 29, 2012


Talk about bad notes.
We've recently borrowed a play-station 2 with a singstar game and spent the day singing.
I distinctly remember it being much more exciting when I was younger and now..well, it's not. I'm blaming it on the songs we have with artists such as Jamalia and Avril Lavgine when in fact I'd love to sing along to Tina Turner, Queen or The Beach Boys.
I 'm guessing I have to find a new idea for new years... or better songs.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Life in Pictures.

fur exposed top


shell mirror

record player

my wish



 Last night began with a celebration where my family and I gathered around the dinner table to eat our traditional vegetarian sushi, followed by naartjie and vanilla sorbet for dessert. Our candle lit dinner ended with the bunch of us lazing on the couches reading books, magazines or in my brother's case, building a blanket fort. With my mother celebrating Christmas in India, it was left up to me to make certain everything was in order.
I'm almost certain my brother awoke at least 3 times throughout the night, quivering with excitement as he stole glances at the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, under which our wishes and prayers would hopefully be answered.
and now Christmas has finally arrived, as well as presents and a day of family and fun.
As I couldn't think of anything I wanted desperately, I'd left it up to the universe to think of something for me... and it was the best surprise!

and a 60s film, Doctor Zhivago
cocoa body butter
and lindt chocolate

Saturday, December 22, 2012


I guess mistakes don't stay mistakes forever!
Finally i am allowed the freedom i have longed for forever,
Finally i can drive while blasting music and singing at the top of my voice.
I am free!
And to celebrate my new found freedom, I am taking my brother and sister vintage shopping!

Mix tape: check
Summer day: check
Good company: check

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Love Book.

The only book to bring me to tears, The Love Book, has restored my faith that a novel, scripted so beautifully, can change lives. Catriona Ross's novel has certainly changed mine, she has inspired me, beyond belief, through her emotive words and whimsical images.

A single mother who once pirouetted in tightly lace ballet pumps, now raises her three daughters, sultry rebellious Margot, observant and untamed Clare and young willowy Paulina. The story follows the four Carmichael women, each one gifted with their own unique beauty. We accompany them as they travel life's path, making mistakes, creating memorable moments all while lending each other support and the unspoken understanding, hoping to mend their broken home.
Clare is however, the ugly duckling a midst a flight of beautiful swans. She notices the evident beauty in her mother and sisters, but it is in the novel that we are able to see her discover it's true meaning. With beauty comes the lovers of beauty; men. And there are many, they flit through the house, some re-appearing, other never to be seen again. Clare sees everything, and we are able to experience as she grows to understand the irrationality and surprises that accompany love. She allows us to view the lives of those around her and the effects they have on a household of four women. The way with which she views the lives of her family is insightful and intelligent and will reel in any reader with the power of tantalizing seduction. Clare's growth within the novel will uncover the memories of one's own childhood and realisation.

It is as though The Love Book were sitting on the library shelf, waiting for my grasp, so that it could lend the power held within it's enchanting tale. The seeds were sown the minute I read the first page, Catriona's way with words is magical. She paints pictures in your mind, so vivid it's as though you were experiencing life through Clare's observant eyes. It is a breath-taking novel, enticing, evocative, captivating and so beautiful that turning the last page was both an excitement and a dread, for i couldn't wait to find out what happens, yet i couldn't bear the thought of it ending.
I can't wait to read it again.

"He came to the house at the end of an overripe February afternoon. Years later, Clare would decide that the moment he chose - the stillness of sunset on a warm, candy-coloured evening - was by far the most favourable at which to arrive unexpectedly at a house of women. Perhaps he had imagined that soft fingers of light would paint his arrival in becoming gold streaks, and that the four female inhabitants would be sitting in gentle torpor, waiting for something to happen. And that's exactly how it was." 
"Beauty was something Clare knew much about. Its power to make sensible people smile in a nostalgic way, or not notice that their handbrakes were released and their cars silently running down the hill, leapt at her wherever her family went. She had realised a few years previously, as somebody's well meaning grandmother fawned over Paulina and Margot at a birthday party, that she was the odd one out."
"Such secrets tended to leap out of her in front of him, things Margot would have hooted at and later poked back at her with sharp wine-coloured nails. things she would once have written in a diary, before Margot's unforgivable intrusion."
"It was a movie so clear in her mind that a part of her believed her mental creation was happening. She saw the hayloft, the dust whirling idly in the streams of sunlight falling through the roof, smelt the straw and the flower scent of her hair. She knew she was alone in the late afternoon, waiting for him, and she knew he would come. She turned to see him in the doorway, sunlight illuminating his outline in ethereal white fire. For a few seconds he was a blinding arch angel, but as he walked slowly towards her his face and eyes came into the light and he was smiling."

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Pen It.

Cool Sayings:

"I had such a groovy time!"
"So, what's the sitch?"
"That's so retro."
"She's totally lush." 
"He's such a cad."
"What a chit!"
"I bite my thumb at you."
"Bogus corn."

Cool Words:

Davenport - couch
Bluestocking - an educated, intellectual woman
lollygagging - dawdling, fooling around
euphoric - extremely happy
toff - rich and well dressed man
nonplussed - not bothered
maddening imperturbability - not easily phased
loquacious - bubbly, exuberant


My toes can't seem to stop tapping.
No matter where i am, when i hear music i'm unstoppable!
Ever since the matric dance, i can't wait to start dancing lessons.
Although i have yet to decide which ones i want to take... My options are:
although i'd love to learn the steps to Fred Astaire dances.







New York


Sunday, December 9, 2012


Dancing Delight

As I was going through the few photos my parents took before we were squashed into the car full of friends and dates for the matric dance, I couldn't stop smiling as I recalled all the memories of that night.

We'd arrived at the dance venue after picking up some people and joining in a race of who-can-get-there-first. Against a dazzling sea-lined backdrop we gathered in couples for our formal photographs which we are now waiting in anticipation to see. Our teachers and parents, also dressed in formal attire, gathered round sounding out oohs and aahs as the flashes went off. Among the many compliments, I will cherish the one, I was told I reminded someone of Audrey Hepburn! Then fashionably late was the ever-dramatic Mandla, who's arrival was alerted by a musical hooter - a most spectacular entrance of which nothing less was expected. There was yet another guest who made a grand appearance, the whale which surfaced just metres from where we stood.
When everyone was finally seated, the parents had left, and the chatter had died down, short speeches were given by teachers and students followed by starters.
Champagne bottles were out and a midst glasses of bubbly and stimulating conversations, smiles broke out as we all realised school was truly officially over. There was of course the underlying nostalgia, but nothing a good old dance number couldn't help you forget. And the dancing was good! Wally and I had such fun, twirling, being twirled, not forgetting the dips. Mandla and I showed off some classic dance moves, while Mr L in his 1950 black and white shoes gathered all us drama students to sing our drama-final song, Bohemian Rhapsody.

The actual dance had to end and by 00:00 we were on our way to the after party at Ashley's spectacular house. We arrived with bottles of wine, some danced and sang a-long to while others stripped off their fancy outfits and dove into the freezing dark pool. We managed to stay awake to watch the sunrise with the classic African hues streaming across the sky, we celebrated our achievement in making it to 07:00 without sleep. My date's constant energy was admired and we made it home thinking we were going shopping only to end up falling asleep in front of the tv. The rest of the day passed easily with a walk to the park and an early night.

I'm certain I'll cherish memories of that night forever.

Saturday, December 8, 2012


It has all come to an end.
School is finally over and in this particular case, the scales are even in their pros and cons.
I'm going to miss the closeness and togetherness of the class, the inside jokes and great feeling of comfort whenever surrounded by my classmates.
I'm going to miss the teachers and their jokes, encouragement and especially when they chased you around the classroom trying to confiscate your cellphone or secret notes.
I'll miss the drives to school, that started with our parents as chauffeurs and ended up with Chelsea driving. These drives consisted of weekend catch-ups, interesting conversation, hot coffee, fresh juices, music sharing and incessant banter.

I am however not going to miss the endless late nights, piles of homework that get done at last minute, nor the fresh much too early mornings.
I will not miss having to wait at school until late, or the nerves before exams or getting caught with your cellphone in class or passing notes.

Bye bye. Ciao. Arrivederci. Totsiens. Auf Wiedersehen. Adios. Au Revoir.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Drive by.


In life we have accomplishments, yet it is the things that we don't accomplish the first time that lead us to regain our confidence and learn from our mistakes.
After today, i have realised this.
I had my drivers test this morning and as you may have guessed, i never passed.
Post sobbing alone in the car, i was able to let go of all the expectations i'd held over myself and now when my second try comes around - i'll be ready.
And i may pass or may not... and that is fine with me.

....i guess it's true when they say you learn something new everyday.