A friend just lost his dad. 

So tragic and so unfair. 

And it gets me thinking about life and how quickly we go through it, how unexpectedly it can be taken away from us and how much pain and suffering the heart has to endure. 

And I say "has to" because death is inevitable. As much as we don't like to admit it or even talk (read: think) about it, we all wait for our parents to die! 

It’s the natural circle of life.

It’s how it’s always been. 

And the universe has strange ways of ensuring we all follow the same path. birth - life - death.

I say fuck the natural circle of life.

Fuck the paths that destiny chooses for us. I wish there was a way to change it.

But above all ... Fuck losing the special ones who make this short, sharp life of ours all worth it in the end.

I’m sad today.

But I’m also angry.

Dear Kim Gray

If a girl tells you that she’s never thought about her future wedding – she’s fibbing. We all know that each and every one of us has been thinking, and plotting, and planning our very own special day since the moment we knew what dreams meant.

Which is why, when I got engaged, my heart sank.

Don’t get me wrong, I mean I cried because I was so over the moon ecstatic, and I laughed hysterically because I was completely taken by surprise (clever boy) but also, at the back of my head, I knew that with a ring, comes a wedding, and a wedding means BIG expense.

I’m not going to feign poverty here – because I’m not broke and my fiancé (eeek) and I will be able to have a beautiful wedding with personal DIY things that will make it unique and special to us. I just know that my taste is so awfully expensive that I’m not going to be able to have the things that I always imagined I would.

And then I found your blog and this competition and I thought maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of Good Stuff will shine down upon me. So here’s my list:

The dress that I would go for would, without a doubt be wedding001 because it is so beautifully elegant, it swooshes when you twirl, and it will achieve that jaw-dropping effect on the man of my dream - which is what I'm going for.

I would give each one of my bridesmaids a ring as a token of appreciation – because I have no doubt that I’ll be calling on them at all hours to ask for advice and tell them ideas I have and get their valued opinions, as well as to find out if they’re happy to wear big puffy orange meringue style dresses (that they can of course, shorten and wear again) so that they don’t outdo the bride – because they’re all so dam gorgeous!

And the champagne and chocolates – no way I’m sharing that stuff. We’d enjoy them in a very sultry way in some of our wedding photographs. A nice change I think, from our usual face-pulling, joke-around pictures that we have together.

The rest is easy.

The sexy underwear would go under my elegantly sexy dress, coupled with the sparkliest of sparkly shoes. And the glasses would be worn for most of the day to take the glare off of aforementioned sparkiliest of sparkly shoes. The spa would be a definite treat the day before D-Day to unwind and let the excitement and nervousness of the next day sink in. And last but not least, the heart shaped pendant, I would give that to my mum. For no other reason than because I love her with all my heart and soul.

P.S Please pick me ... I've never won anything :O)

x

Enjoy

If all the Coca-Cola production lines from all across the world were to pack up and the creation of the world's most popular soft drink came to a halt … I believe ... the brand would survive. In fact, it would become even more infamous (if that’s even possible) as people would flock to get their hands on the last remaining stock and memoribilia.

If Will Smith ruled the world and one day decided to use his Neuralyzer to wipe out everybody’s memory, then, and only then, would the Coca-Cola brand die.

Although people claim there’s nothing more refreshing than an ice cold coke on a sweltering hot day – or after a heavy night – I think we can all admit that the reason for our love of Coca-Cola … actually has very little to do with the drink.

Happy Friday People

There’s just something about a Friday that makes me forget all the hard work and diligence of a weeks

worth of training, and become a cheesy-cheese-obsessed, dop-drinking monster who mock charges at

the thought of something even remotely healthy. Why is that? Why does Friday hate my body so much

What did I ever do to Friday?

Thanks to my clever little friend over at Vanila.Petal I got to plant my very own virtual seedling today and do some good.

HOW:

By visiting The Living Wall on the Woolies website here 

WHAT:

A chance to unite against hunger by panting your very own choice of strawberry, spinach, tomato or basil plants in a virtual garden, online, for free

WHY:

Because Woolworths knows the importance of Good Food, they’re commemorating World Food Day on the 16^th of October (oops, I missed it) by translating our virtual plants into actual plants that will then be sent off to a South African school with a permaculture food garden - and they'll be able to nurture it love it, and make it produce lots of yummy things for them to enjoy, and maybe sell and make money for their little families.

my little spinach plant

Jeepers I just love Woolworths and the way they’re so rah-rah about making a difference. (ha, excuse the use of their strap line there … not intentional)

5 Things To Do Today:

*            Get over my disappointment of Country Road

*            Make the BoyF happy by joining him on a paddle in this terrible weather.

*            Think of new pseudonym for the BoyF

*            Remember to bring pretty pictures for my office wall of creative-ness

*            Some work

Please Don’t Judge Me

But I really think that Country Road Sucks.

This may seem like a very bold and somewhat un-true statement to make – especially after my last post - but before you blacklist me and my blog, hear me out.

Country Road: 

the high-end fashion brand from Down Under - in all its glory - really and truly is amazing if:

a)   You can afford it

b)   You have access to all the latest goodies all the time (i.e live near to Melrose Arch or Autralia)

c)    You are an Australian born model like Gemma Ward who happens to look amazing in plain, baggy clothing …

I mean they're 'nice' ... but so is a cup of tea.

And yes, there are the few prize pieces with the shiny bronze beading along the neckline or the beautifully soft crushed silk dress in glorious guava, but if you can afford that high-end stuff … well good for you … you bloody cow. The rest of the stuff - it's pretty dull and boring, really. Take for example, these items below which could have come from Mr. Price or Truworths:

The fabric is flimsy, the colours are dull and are all the women in Australia really really short because most of their clothes don't even reach past my boep. Not entirely flattering, I must be honest.

I mean I love tones of grey and white: they're classic and brilliant for any occasion. But why in the name of Bozo The Clown would I pay R899 for a short sleeved sweat shirt that I wouldn't even wear to gym?!

Occasionally I will walk into a Woolworths store, head straight for the Country Road section and then leave 2 minutes later feeling poor, depressed and hard done by … when really I think I've been wasting my time and energy. At some point I have allowed myself to be misguided by the so called fashion bloggers out there who make me believe that unless I own at least one item of Country Road, I'm not even half cool enough

I say screw 'em. I will always have my Country Road cow-hide smelling bag (remember) but quite frankly, I'd rather save my pennies for TWIST

It’s feminine, it’s frilly, it’s also kinda over priced, but affordable enough for a monthly splurge, and I don’t feel like a fake in some dull and baggy see-through Australian imported material ... when I’m all covered in pretty bows.