Could It Be ...?

14th October 2010

H12 La Palma Terraces

Edward Court

La Lucia

4051

Dear Boss Man.

I am sensing that at approximately 4:17 this afternoon I will become violently ill and will need to rush off to the chemist at Gateway to collect some medicine. Perhaps I shall rather go to Clicks because in my weak state I will not want to be walking far from where I have parked my car - which will invariably be ... in the Woolworths parking lot.

Thank you in advance for your understanding!

Your dedicated drone employee

I’m convinced that I was meant for the 1920’s.

Or whatever the era is when they first invented headbands.

Every time we have a dress up party or if there’s a function that is even just a little bit formal, I seriously contemplate pulling out the pearly headband that pushes up my hair from the back - making me look like a messy, albeit sexy, hippie - and which leaves deep and painful indents in my forehead. Although I’ve never really have the courage to actually go through with it, there’s just something so beautiful about a girl with things in her hair. And if you don’t agree … you will …once you’ve had a look at these:

Untamed Petals is an overseas company (SIGH) that makes the most lovely headbands, fascinators, detailed combs, sashes … and more They're dainty, and feminine, and chic and sparkly, and they make me wish that I could sew. I’m definitely going to try and order one of these for the big day. Although they're not cheap - they range from $85 - $140 - excluding shipping. Here, have a look see:

Plus the styling of the models on their website is really great and has given me some cool ideas for bridesmaid - just general all-round-gorgeousness I tell you.

So ... The New Place

I regret to inform you that this post has been removed!
I got kakked on by the boss the other day because my internet usage is too high - particularly for a new employee - and particularly with too much time spent on the wedding blogs (woooopsie) .... so i figured with my luck - they'd see all the time spent on distings too, and get curious about what all the fuss is about and i really wouldn't want them coming and reading a post about the new place ... so you'll have to wait for a future update when i change my opinion/mind 
sorry

Dilly Kitty

Snoekie – the screw-loose cat was dilly again this morning. She’s either trying to kill me (which I’m starting to believe more and more) or she was so excited about the fact that I stayed at home today that she felt it entirely necessary to follow me into every room. But not a cool, calm and “when-I’m-ready-to-follow-you-I-will” kind of kitty stroll. Oh no … more like hair up straight, tail at 90 degrees and a thunderous scream and gallop straight through my feet at every doorway. I’m convinced these “shows of affection” are failed ambushes. And her persistent prrru prrru prrru on the bed every morning is simply a technique of tenderising her victims before she attacks them in their sleep. I’ve lost count at the number of times I’ve woken up to find her in my face, literally, right there on my pillow staring at me while I sleep. Freaks me out man. But I’m too scared to get rid of her. She knows too much.

Let's Go Camping

No girl (in her right mind) likes to camp.

Not unless she has hairy armpits and cleans her teeth with straw. 

I used to enjoy it - when I was younger and bathing took the form of running naked into the cool ocean waves to rinse off, dinner time was a packet of marshmallows around a tiny braaivleis, and bed time never had a time, it was simply that instance when you passed out from sun-stroke, heat-exhaustion, and a sugar/niknak overdose. 

These days, it's more of a mission - what with the ever-deflating inflatable mattress that leaves you feeling 65 years old every morning - to name just one thing. So yes, camping is a mission ... unless you live in Montana. Oh Montana - home to Yogey Bear and Yellow Stone National Park ... and these incredibley exclusive luxury camp sites. 

Look how insane these places are. 

It really does bring new meaning to the term glamour camping: GLAMPING!

Each "tent" - if you can even call them that - is equipped with electricity and the most luxurious of linen and decor, PLUS a private en-suite bathroom with shower, toilet, 2 basins and heated flooring. Which means no midnight spiders terrifying you from the long drop facilities 3 km's away.

Plus they have a spa on site, and there are 28 or so houses that can be rented out ... you know, if camping isn't quite your thing!


Oh to be rich and out-doorsey.

Hello ... Did You Miss Me?

Sorry I've been so quiet - you know with being engaged and all ... ha ha.

Ok, back to business. 

Three things:

1.

I started the new job on Monday - 

EISH not what I expected at all. It's about 145 people less than I'm used to working with. Briefs are via email. People get stuff done in 20 minutes as opposed to spending hours, even days, crafting their work and procrastinating - probably why the company does so bloody well. I'm new to a family of 13 who have cohabited their working and personal space for the last 3 years, so essentially I think they may be finding it difficult to let someone new into their lives, namely, little old lonely me, with no one to eat my lunch with. But they'll warm to me - please God let them warm to me. And I'll warm to the systems (or lack thereof) that they have in place, and everything will be hunkey dorey. If it's not, then I'll have to start selling cupcakes at the Farmers Market every weekend to make a living.

2.

I know I said in my little profile squabble on the side here ------> 

that this wouldn't be a wedding blog ... Well calm your silk panties ... it's still not going to be one. 

I just feel that it is my duty to "warn" you that due to my circumstances I may infrequently post one or two things about pretty smelling flowers, and cool i-wish-we -had-that-here weddings I find. Maybe even some inspirational boards or colour palettes and things to DIY while I steam roll my way through planning a fucking wedding. holly shit I till can't believe it!

3. Today's post to follow :O)

Even Happier Times

I vowed never to put up pictures of myself on this blog, but to hell with it ... Saturday's events deserve as much shouting about as humanely possible.

The BoyF who was celebrating his birthday (see post below) also managed to turn everyone's world upside down with love and happiness and Patron tequila, when he quickly disregarded my cupcakes and asked my parents for their blessing to make me his wife! I've also subsequently discovered that there isn't a word in the English language that describes how I have been feeling.  

1 minute before - check the hand in the pocket

1 minute after - complete with double chin

eish!

me and the mommy

such proud parents

i was literally sobbing. wouldn't you!

my man

my ring

say hello: to the man of my dreams!