I am my mother’s child.

It has become clear to me, now more than ever, that I’m JUST like her.

My mother ...

- who spent 4 sleep-less nights in 1997, crying over the death of Princess Diana.

- who subscribes to Hello! Magazine only to see what her friends “The Royals” have been up to.

- who has taken the day off work tomorrow, bought 4 packets of giant cheese curls, a 2 L gingerbeer, a gazillion strawberries and some cheap Champagne … to watch the Royal Wedding.

- who is absolutely and completely obsessed.

And so am I.

I’m not sure if it’s because I got engaged around the same time as they did, or if it’s just years of mumsies obsessive compulsive royal disorder that’s rubbing off on me … but I’m hooked. I’ve even managed to convince the boss man to give us a half-day tomorrow so we can watch it. YAY!

I’ve been following the whole thing on sky news since they got engaged. I know it sounds a little sordid, but there’s just something about them that is so intriguing. I guess it’s the whole “princess’ vibe and maybe it’s a little bit of jealousy too. Not that I’d ever want to marry William. He looks like a complete bore.  But you know what I mean.

I can’t wait to see her for the first time.

I may even cry.

Catch all the latest here at sky news dot com.

Work-Aholic? I think not.

I think it’s safe to say that today, I am one of about 50 South Africans, who are stuck at work on this glorious Tuesday! Everyone else was smart enough to put in their leave and take advantage of these long weekends. I hope the heavens open and it starts raining big balls of mushy porridge on you all. Buggery! I guess even if I had acted quickly, I would never have gotten these days off – what with -15 days leave after only 6 months with the company! Oopsie.

So, while all my friends are at the beach enjoying life, I’m here, at my desk, doing absolutely no work at all.  Instead, I’m busy trying to write my MC speech for a good friend’s wedding this Saturday. Every 2 minutes or so I get really excited at the prospect of being a female MC at her special wedding. Big role and bigger responsibility, with a very tough crowd to control and please. But a great honour nonetheless.

Then every other 2 minutes I say to myself? “Self … why in the name of Gucci did you ever agree to do this?!?!?!?!”

Eish! I must remember to get some rescue drops. They taste just like tequila, so should calm my nerves down to a flat panic. Oh good grief, just thinking about it gives me chicken flesh. Eeeeek.

Need a distraction! IMMEDIATELY!

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Ok found one. 

http://ffffound.com

Love this site. You can always discover the coolest bits, bobs and links.

Some pretty, some daft and some completely arb.

Like these:

Some more juicy bits by Eduardo Recife.

He designs his own fonts and typefaces. 

Love Love Love  

Eduardo Recife is one of my most favouritist illustrator slash crayon monkey slash cut and paste mastermind, like, EVER! And how exciting that he’s got some new stuff up on his website here. It’s all a bit spooky, with vintage children and dolls and weird cut outs of weird people, but it’s also a bit brilliant. I think you either like it or you don’t. And I really do!

Another brilliant ad – one of my all time favourites.

Rainbow Roses

Ever heard of rainbow roses?

Nope … me neither.

But they exist, and I can’t make up my mind as to whether they’re serioulsy over the top queen of kitsch or really cool and possibly a gorgeously perfect fit to my colour-crazy wedding plans?! Hmmmm.

I'm confused

images courtesy of google

What a really cool, really quirky campaign done by none other than French Connection United Kingdom. As a writer, I love the headlines. They’re so bizarre - what's not to love. They're the kind of phrases you’d use over and over again in a Tarzan voice. Me Tarzan … You Jane …  Eat Meat … Dress Well …

Or not … whatever.

Just look

Good Morning and happy Monday to all.

I'm finding it very difficult to type. I sliced my finger open while attempting to cut open a packet of popcorn seeds. Why I felt it necessary to use the sharpest, biggest knife in the house, is beyond me.

So if you see any spelling errors - more than usual - it's not my fault. I blame my obsession with popcorn.

But what a fabulous weekend I've had. All the girls together again after 10 years. Eeek.

The best 2 weeks, like, ever!

And now it's all over and another Monday tries to knock the wind out of us all.

But it's ok. Happy positive thoughts people ... because the week is short, the winter chill is refreshing and the gorgeous sun is still out. I love summer. But I also love the memories that come with winter. Early morning sports games at school, being woken up by the fresh air on my way to early morning lectures on campus. Weekends up in the Berg, wonderful winter weddings in the midlands, wooly socks, fluffy scarves, cold hands and warm drinks ...

So Hello Monday. I WIN!

Ok back to work now worker drones.

I have just this left to say:

done by me

Here in South Africa we're celebrating National Cleavage Day today. 

And because I'm not as cool as all the other bloggers that give shit away ...  I thought I’d treat you guys to a little something something …

So without further ado, here’s a FREE picture of my boobies for you to download!

You're welcome.

please note: images are not drawn to scale. wish they were. but alas ... they are not.

Ok so I know winter is literally on our sun-bathed doorsteps, but I’ve always thought it’s the best time to buy a swimming cossie. The overseas brands are bringing out their spring and summer collections and it’s always floral and feminine and fantabulous. And, if you prefer local surf brands, then winter is definitely the best time to buy a new cossie because everything is on sale.

Hmmm … it’s also end of the range sales, so maybe I am not the best person to get fashion buying advice from. But regardless, I want to buy myself a full cossie. I tried one on the other day, and while I did feel slightly more sexy in a Black Country Road  Low Back Ribboned One Piece … the simple fact that my boep stuck out more than my boobs did … made me reconsider.

But I can still browse, right?

These are from J Crew. And so much of pretty to look at.

Butternut Soup

Me:                   Bubs, did you get that shopping list I mailed you. Sorry but I’m crazy at work today and

                         won’t have a chance to get out. Can you get some stuff for us? We don’t have

                         anything at home.

Fee-Arn-Say:     Ya I got it. I’ll try go after my chiro appointment and sometime before my acupuncture

                         session, if I can.

ONE HOUR PASSES

Fee-Arn-Say:       Ok so you said tomatoes. What kind of tomatoes?

           

Me:                     The little baby ones. They’re called Rosa tomatoes

Fee-Arn-Say:       Like your aunt?

Me:                     Yes babe, just like my aunt Rosa. Ok? Bye

TWO MINUTES PASS

Fee-Arn-Say:        Ok so you said Mangos.

Me:                      Ya?

Fee-Arn-Say:        What’s a mango look like?

Me:                       Are you for real?

Fee-Arn-Say:         I don’t eat mangos, how I’m supposed to … oh wait, this lady is going to help me ….

                             

                            Hangs up mid sentence

ONE MINUTE PASSES

Fee-Arn-Say:            Ok so you said packet butternut soup. Like what kind?

Me:                         Er … I’m not sure I understand the question?

Fee-Arn-Say:            Do you want 2 packets?

Me:                         Did I write 2 on the list?

Fee-Arn-Say:            Yes

Me:                          Then yes.

                                Please

Fee-Arn-Say:            Ok but they have organic butternut and normal butternut and …

Me:                         Nah, the normal one is fine. I think they’re on special, so that’s why I want two

                               please my love.

Fee-Arn-Say:            Oh My God!

Me:                         What’s wrong? What did you do?

Fee-Arn-Say:            No WAYS! 

                                They’ve got sweet potato soup here! Flipping awesome. Should I get some? I’ll get

                                2 bags

Me:                         SIGH!

Fee-Arn-Say:            Should I get one butternut and one potatoe, or two butternut, or two potaoe

Me:                         What ever you want babe. I have to go, really busy at work. Bye

TWO MINUTES PASS:

                       

Fee-Arn-Say:            You never told me .... Should I get one butternut and one potato, or two butternut,

                                or two potato

Me:                         Babe … I don’t mind! You choose.

Fee-Arn-Say:            COME ON … Help me out here.

Me:                          SIGH.

                                Ok get two of the potato.

Fee-Arn-Say:            I can’t …

                       

Me:                         WHY NOT?!

Fee-Arn-Say:            They’ve only got one potato

Me:                         hangs up

FIVE MINUTES PASS

Fee-Arn-Say:            Do we have Oros at home?

Me:                          Did I write Oros on the list?

Fee-Arn-Say:            Yes

Me:                          So what do you think?

Fee-Arn-Say:            Ok, so should I get some then?

Me:                          GOOD BYE babe!!!!

It’s at this stage that I feel I should tell you that when I got home I found 3 bags of groceries on the counter filled with the following:

5 packets of butternut soup

1 potato soup

1 tin of potato soup (???)

1 punnet of large organic tomatoes

mango juice

viennas

mustard

…

and a cutie pie

… all is forgiven :O) 

Born To Be Wild

I must admit … I do love a good movie.

Mumsie and I used to go EVERY Saturday morning to the 10 o'clock show at Pavilion while I was at high school. It was our "thing" and it started with a coffee and a giant size muffin from Mugg & Bean that we'd share, followed by two small popcorns, a coke and a fanta (mumsie likes to be different) and would always end with an even giant-er piece of Peppermint Crisp Cream Delight from the restaurant at the top of the escalator. Oh Golly how I miss THOSE days. The days of slotting and lazing and no cellulite. 

SIGH!

But I digress.

I watched this trailer on Friday. It looks like such a fabulous film. It's about orphaned animals that are incorporated back into the world, after they are nursed to health by a group of caring individuals. Looks really heart-warming. Great to watch at the IMAX. Should we go?

Friday Thoughts

Friday afternoon – and my brain has officially shut down for the week. Not quite sure what to do for the next hour or so until I can leave work. Oh wait, let me think … maybe I’ll write a list.

1. Start your weekend by enjoying a nice glass of chilled PIMMS & Lemonade – CHECK
2. Make sure to schedule in as many visits as possible to your new gorgeous amazingly cutie pie little niece – CHECK
3. Think of cool places to buy a fabulous Hens Party Present for this weeked’s Bride-To-Be – CHECK
4. Find some beautiful wedding inspiration to perve over - CHECK

Welcome Baba Kingsley

So in honour of the newest most cutest addition to our family tree – little Kingsley Vivienne Jones – I decided to do some scouting for beautiful baby rooms. The Big Sis hasn’t yet had a chance to do up little Kingsley’s future room, so I think I might have to show her these fabulous examples, found here

Woodland Wonderland

Ribbon Retreat

Crayon Colours

These fabulous pictures from decor8 have inspired me to make my own inspiration board for D-Day. I’ve got all the goodies and tools at home, I just need to pull finger out of my ear hole and actually get it done.

Over-The-Top-Colour-Explosion Of A Wedding Inspiration Board COMING SOON to a Distings near you!

Thanks to my floral-crazy friend over at Everything Sammy Hearts, I’ve got my latest colour fix to last a whole month long. Katie Daisy is a young illustrator come artist come tea drinking earth child who makes the most wonderful art. Here are just some examples of the beautiful things he does, but you can check out more of her stuff here.