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?