So as it is the 1st of December and officially the start of the silly season, I thought I would put together a list of the essentials one needs to ensure it’s one to remember.
1. A Christmas Tree covered in flashing lights
2. Christmas crackers big and small
3. Mince pies (AKA flies graveyards)
4. A Silly Santa hat
5. A Christmas stocking
6. Best of Christmas carols CD (Boney M will do)
7. Family and friends (the more the merrier)
8. A fully stocked bar with lots of Bubbly
9. A large amount of food including Turkey and Gammon
10. A stylish wide brimmed sun hat
11. A new bikini or swimsuit in an outrageous pattern
12. Jewellery in a warm gold or rose gold to get you noticed
13. Wedges should be your footwear of choice
14. Statement sunglasses are a must have
15. Don’t forget the presents ☺
So now that you have the basics all that’s left to do is enjoy!
~Happy Silly Season Ya’ll~
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
I'm Back From Outter Space...
Well peeps, I think I am re-entering the world of sanity… maybe… After months of feeling like I’ve been locked in a padded cell, for my own safety, countless sleepless nights and a number of bottles of bubbly. The magazine is on the printing press and there is nothing more that I can do, so its time to breath and hopefully relax albeit for only a day or too.
But looking forward the silly season is approaching fast and I for one cannot wait…
It means “we’re going on a summer holiday, no more working for a week or two….” And man I can’t wait, it’s been one ball buster of a year, so I’m in some serious need of Sun, Sand, Surf and Fun… not to mention sleep.
It’s that time of year where you are allowed to be crazy and spontaneous, you are encouraged to over indulge and be merry. Even friends who are separated by millions of cubic tones of water are able to feel closer to each other, even while missing them terribly, simply because you know they are doing the same things you are, just in a different time zone.
I don’t care that Santa was created by Coca Cola, Christmas just wouldn’t be the same with out jolly old St Nic, and my dad telling me to leave out a mince pie and a coke….
I can’t wait to put up the tree, sprinkle it with decorations and give it some personality in lights, to spoils those who are close to me and say thanks for putting up with me and sticking around to see what comes next☺
~Bring on the silliness~
But looking forward the silly season is approaching fast and I for one cannot wait…
It means “we’re going on a summer holiday, no more working for a week or two….” And man I can’t wait, it’s been one ball buster of a year, so I’m in some serious need of Sun, Sand, Surf and Fun… not to mention sleep.
It’s that time of year where you are allowed to be crazy and spontaneous, you are encouraged to over indulge and be merry. Even friends who are separated by millions of cubic tones of water are able to feel closer to each other, even while missing them terribly, simply because you know they are doing the same things you are, just in a different time zone.
I don’t care that Santa was created by Coca Cola, Christmas just wouldn’t be the same with out jolly old St Nic, and my dad telling me to leave out a mince pie and a coke….
I can’t wait to put up the tree, sprinkle it with decorations and give it some personality in lights, to spoils those who are close to me and say thanks for putting up with me and sticking around to see what comes next☺
~Bring on the silliness~
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Loving Life with an Iron Fist
For the second time this year I have falling completely head over heels in Love. And before you jump to any conclusions there is still only one man in my life, Clark Kent, but I have recently discovered the clothing brand Iron Fist, and I am completely in love with their entire range!
Now, I fancy myself as bit of a skater punk rocker some times, but one who still loves to put on a pair of sexy stilettos and jazz it up. Well my friends Iron fist has taken everything I love in fashion, attitude and life, thrown it into a magic mixing pot and can dress my alter ego from head to toe!
Let me set the scene, marching through the shopping centre, focused, on a mission, what that mission was for the life of me I cannot remember now, something catches the corner of my eye for the shop window, at least 2 meters away, forcing my head to turn and there they were on show for the world to see. I couldn’t help myself I had to go in. Once inside I was mesmerised by wall in front of me, which was decorated with the most breath taking footwear, I have ever laid my eyes on.
Do I dare try a pair on? I already know I don’t need another pair of shoes, but they are amazing! I really shouldn’t spend the money, but they are perfect!
I request a size five and as I slip my feet in, I already know, these babies are coming home with me!
The rest really was just a formality… the one thing I know for sure though is I will be back for more!
*Iron Fist is the brain child of two South African dudes who wanted to put back the energy and attitude the rebellious years had, filled with street culture, skateboarding, surfing, art and music.
I must say guys, you did it, you have read the hearts and minds of the people and given us the perfect outlet to express ourselves.
In just over 8 years these guys have gone from selling their products out of the boot of their car to an internationally recognised brand selling in most major cities around the world.
If you want to check out their merchandise and on line store check out their website here
~The thing about shoes is that even when you have a fat day, your feet stay the same size~
Now, I fancy myself as bit of a skater punk rocker some times, but one who still loves to put on a pair of sexy stilettos and jazz it up. Well my friends Iron fist has taken everything I love in fashion, attitude and life, thrown it into a magic mixing pot and can dress my alter ego from head to toe!
Let me set the scene, marching through the shopping centre, focused, on a mission, what that mission was for the life of me I cannot remember now, something catches the corner of my eye for the shop window, at least 2 meters away, forcing my head to turn and there they were on show for the world to see. I couldn’t help myself I had to go in. Once inside I was mesmerised by wall in front of me, which was decorated with the most breath taking footwear, I have ever laid my eyes on.
Do I dare try a pair on? I already know I don’t need another pair of shoes, but they are amazing! I really shouldn’t spend the money, but they are perfect!
I request a size five and as I slip my feet in, I already know, these babies are coming home with me!
The rest really was just a formality… the one thing I know for sure though is I will be back for more!
*Iron Fist is the brain child of two South African dudes who wanted to put back the energy and attitude the rebellious years had, filled with street culture, skateboarding, surfing, art and music.
I must say guys, you did it, you have read the hearts and minds of the people and given us the perfect outlet to express ourselves.
In just over 8 years these guys have gone from selling their products out of the boot of their car to an internationally recognised brand selling in most major cities around the world.
If you want to check out their merchandise and on line store check out their website here
~The thing about shoes is that even when you have a fat day, your feet stay the same size~
Friday, September 17, 2010
A Ferrari For the Little Guy
How many young women do you know that are completely addicted to the sound of a finely tuned engine? Who get goose bumps from a perfect gear change? Who is excited by the smooth sleek lines of aerodynamic genius that encase a finely tuned engine?
For those of you who don't know me, I am a car fanatic, and extremely passionate about Formula One motor racing. My Team, Ferrari, as cliched as it is I can't help but love these automotive beauties, I have a block mounted poster in my room of my absolute dream car a Ferrari F360 Spider. And one day it shall be parked in may garage.
Some of you might not know Ferrari is actually owned by Fiat, yes I know the first thing that popped into your head was that old Skadonk of a Fiat Uno you or a friend drove as a first car. And are thinking its just not possible.
But now Fiat has combined all its automotive knowledge and know how between its brands and produced a car which makes my dream of one day owning a Ferrari (as one of the little people) just that much more attainable.
This past weekend saw Ferrari’s Fernando Alonso and Felipe Massa finish in first and third at the Monza F1 GP in Italy. While they were there the two racing drivers were also handed the keys to two band new Abarth 695 Tributo Ferrari’s. The cars have been finished in Scuderia red (well obviously!) with racing grey details and are enhanced with carbon fibre parts like mirror covers and gear quadrants.
This compact number is a collaboration between Abarth and Ferrari, (Karl Abarth and Enzo Ferrari were two great names whose passion and dedication helped create the legend of Italian motor racing that is universally recognised today) which guarantees superior performance from its 1.4 Turbocharged T-Jet 16v engine which produces up to 180 bhp* at 5500 rpm* and 250 Nm* at 3000 rpm. Basically in simple terms it does 0 – 100 km/h in 7 seconds and has a recorded top speed of 225km/h.
YES PLEASE!
Only a numbered and limited special series of these cars went on sale in July and have already racked up more than 600 orders, more than half of these are for export to countries like the UK, France and Germany. Where it is priced at approximately GBP 29,600 (according to motoring.co.uk) And Sadly this sexy number is not currently part of the South African portfolio.
Which is very sad because I can definitely see me behind the wheel, burning rubber.
~I’m gonna keep reaching for my dream, and my own Ferrari~
* bhp - brake horse power
* rpm - revolutions per minute
* Nm - Newton-Meters of Torque
For those of you who don't know me, I am a car fanatic, and extremely passionate about Formula One motor racing. My Team, Ferrari, as cliched as it is I can't help but love these automotive beauties, I have a block mounted poster in my room of my absolute dream car a Ferrari F360 Spider. And one day it shall be parked in may garage.
Some of you might not know Ferrari is actually owned by Fiat, yes I know the first thing that popped into your head was that old Skadonk of a Fiat Uno you or a friend drove as a first car. And are thinking its just not possible.
But now Fiat has combined all its automotive knowledge and know how between its brands and produced a car which makes my dream of one day owning a Ferrari (as one of the little people) just that much more attainable.
This past weekend saw Ferrari’s Fernando Alonso and Felipe Massa finish in first and third at the Monza F1 GP in Italy. While they were there the two racing drivers were also handed the keys to two band new Abarth 695 Tributo Ferrari’s. The cars have been finished in Scuderia red (well obviously!) with racing grey details and are enhanced with carbon fibre parts like mirror covers and gear quadrants.
YES PLEASE!
Only a numbered and limited special series of these cars went on sale in July and have already racked up more than 600 orders, more than half of these are for export to countries like the UK, France and Germany. Where it is priced at approximately GBP 29,600 (according to motoring.co.uk) And Sadly this sexy number is not currently part of the South African portfolio.
Which is very sad because I can definitely see me behind the wheel, burning rubber.
~I’m gonna keep reaching for my dream, and my own Ferrari~
* bhp - brake horse power
* rpm - revolutions per minute
* Nm - Newton-Meters of Torque
Thursday, September 2, 2010
TOP GEAR - BREAKING NEWS!
WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH…
Today Pop Tart sent me a link, which delivered crushing news… which was met with a great mix of emotions… the true identity of The Stig has been unveiled, or so it seems.
I have been a long time fan of the great British TV show TOP GEAR, and was super lucky enough to have won tickets to the TOP GEAR LIVE show in Cape Town earlier this year. Which was totally awesome and a dream come true!
As a fanatical F1 supporter, I watched in disbelief when they unveiled Michael Schumacher, as the Stig in Series 4 I think it was. But sill I wasn’t sold, it was too easy, too obvious a choice. My personal belief has always been that The Stig was more than one person, whether it was current or retired F1 drivers, test drivers, NASCAR driver, whom ever, almost like a secret celeb driver of the week. I mean what driver wouldn’t want to be The Stig, one of the most renowned drivers of our time.
But if latest news reports are to be believed, The Stig has removed his helmet, and in doing so let out Britain’s best kept secret…
33-year-old racing driver Ben Collins has written an autobiography highlighting his seven years as The Stig, which is being published by HarperCollins publishers. Apparently the BBC filed and injunction to stop the book from revealing the true identity of the infamous Stig, but this has been refused. And the secret is out.
So my question is, is this the end of the Stig? Or will he be replaced with another equally, or better driver?
What you must remember is Ben wasn’t the first drive to come out as The Stig, Perry McCarthy removed his Black helmet and took off his black suit in 2003. Allowing Ben to pull on the white suit and helmet to continue the legacy.
So is there a red or green suit waiting in the wardrobe of the BBC for yet another STIG?
~Some say that his heart ticks like a watch, and that he’s confused by stairs… all we know is, he’s called the Stig.~
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
August Rush
I don’t know why but for some reason the universe has been throwing life tests at me from all angles. It doesn’t just rain, it pours.
This past month has been a really challenging one and all I can say is I hope September is a far less eventful month.
As I’m sure you have gathered from my previous ramblings, ranting and complete word vomit posts, work has been beyond busy. So much so that I have actually pushed myself further than I ever thought I possibly could go and have proved a lot to myself which has really boosted my confidence on the work front. The draw back, I want to try more, which logically I know just wouldn’t be sensible right now.
But oh no, mother universe is not happy with only one area of my life being completely overwhelming and chaotic, so she felt the need to dislodge my social life too.
Which started with Crazii, telling me she has decided to jump ship and move to America, (which is a cruel sick joke all on its own, I mean how many more of my loved ones does the 'American Dream' want to take away from me?) This announcement was proceeded a week later by her asking me to be her Maid of Honour at her wedding, wait for it, in three days time. Yes you read correctly I had three days to get my mind around all this very BIG news. But It was a lovely Wedding and I wish MR and MRS Crazii all the best! Even though it is eating me up a little bit inside, that my two bestest people are going to be so so far away.
Following the Crazii roller coaster ride, and in-between sleepless nights, complete exhaustion, not to mention threatening calls from The Plumber, my beloved brother pulled a mysterious disappearing act, sending the family, mother in particular, into panic mode. He has since made contact and is fine, but it’s never a nice feeling not knowing where your loved ones are.
Then the absolute test of my last remaining thread was the horrific news that a friend was tragically killing in a plane crash in Nepal last Tuesday, 24 August. We were not extremely close but that didn’t mean he didn’t impact my life. Jeremy Taylor was an extraordinary person and he gave so much to this world and he will be sorely missed but never forgotten. He was a man who loved life and was living his dream; no one can ever say he let an opportunity pass him by. My thoughts are with his family and all the friends he made along his journey.
Some of Jeremy’s friends have set up a tribute blog, if you would like to add anything or just read how much love was in Jeremy’s life.
Somehow I have managed to break though the turbulent water I felt I was drowning in and finally feel like I can breath. But I have defiantly learnt a lot about myself throughout this month and really need to thank Clark Kent for helping me though it and putting up with me.
I have also decided to take a leaf out of Jeremy’s book of life.
~Seize the Moment~
This past month has been a really challenging one and all I can say is I hope September is a far less eventful month.
As I’m sure you have gathered from my previous ramblings, ranting and complete word vomit posts, work has been beyond busy. So much so that I have actually pushed myself further than I ever thought I possibly could go and have proved a lot to myself which has really boosted my confidence on the work front. The draw back, I want to try more, which logically I know just wouldn’t be sensible right now.
But oh no, mother universe is not happy with only one area of my life being completely overwhelming and chaotic, so she felt the need to dislodge my social life too.
Which started with Crazii, telling me she has decided to jump ship and move to America, (which is a cruel sick joke all on its own, I mean how many more of my loved ones does the 'American Dream' want to take away from me?) This announcement was proceeded a week later by her asking me to be her Maid of Honour at her wedding, wait for it, in three days time. Yes you read correctly I had three days to get my mind around all this very BIG news. But It was a lovely Wedding and I wish MR and MRS Crazii all the best! Even though it is eating me up a little bit inside, that my two bestest people are going to be so so far away.
Following the Crazii roller coaster ride, and in-between sleepless nights, complete exhaustion, not to mention threatening calls from The Plumber, my beloved brother pulled a mysterious disappearing act, sending the family, mother in particular, into panic mode. He has since made contact and is fine, but it’s never a nice feeling not knowing where your loved ones are.
Then the absolute test of my last remaining thread was the horrific news that a friend was tragically killing in a plane crash in Nepal last Tuesday, 24 August. We were not extremely close but that didn’t mean he didn’t impact my life. Jeremy Taylor was an extraordinary person and he gave so much to this world and he will be sorely missed but never forgotten. He was a man who loved life and was living his dream; no one can ever say he let an opportunity pass him by. My thoughts are with his family and all the friends he made along his journey.
Some of Jeremy’s friends have set up a tribute blog, if you would like to add anything or just read how much love was in Jeremy’s life.
Somehow I have managed to break though the turbulent water I felt I was drowning in and finally feel like I can breath. But I have defiantly learnt a lot about myself throughout this month and really need to thank Clark Kent for helping me though it and putting up with me.
I have also decided to take a leaf out of Jeremy’s book of life.
~Seize the Moment~
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Just Breathe!
I actually don’t know where to begin, this week has taken everything I have to offer out of me and given me sweet flick all in return. Ok maybe I’m fibbing, its given me sleepless nights, sore limbs and shown me that when needs be I can make things happen.
So this week was shoot week for me, when we shoot our main fashion feature for the magazine, but first a little background, with no creative director I have had to coordinate a fashion shoot in Durban without me there.
Thank my lucky stars Super mom has been but a phone call away providing guidance and hooked me up with the fabulous Irish Stylist. So leading up to this week has been about 2 weeks worth of logistics… nightmare.
Monday and Tuesday were choc-a-block with sourcing of merchandise, styling up, taking inventory of stock and sorting out insurance to cover our re-donk-ulously expensive merchandise! So those were some good 12 hour days right there! To add to the sleepless nights is the fact that I am not on location at the shoot and cannot monitor the merchandise myself but have to put my trust in other people, which should be easy because I know I’m working with a great team. But it’s that fear of the unknown and if something goes wrong I cannot control it… eek
But by the sounds of it the shoot is going smoothly, I just look forward to 17h00 on Friday afternoon once I have completed my returns of all the merchandise and its been a clean run!
At the same time, I am also dealing with freelancers who are making mountains out of molehills, and whining about 30cents difference in commission rates… seriously do you have no life that 30cents is really going to make that huge an impact? Ok then fine have it… just don’t waist 3 hours of my life moaning about it! Some of us actually have work to do.
To add insult to injury the Plumber saga is still continuing, I’m at the point where if I had a spare second in my life, I would go get a plumbing degree and sort it out myself. I cannot believe the stupidity of some humans... and as the Kind Chiro says, “He’s a complete muppet”... Serioulsly some mothers children!
And this is just the icing on the cake, I don’t actually know where to turn or what to do…
In life it never rains, it only pours and right now I’m soaked through my bones with the reality of life!
Yet there is some good news, I can now officially Congratulate one of my bestest girl's, who would have Thunk it, the Crazii Redhead, knocked Clark Kent and I off our feet when she told us she was getting married to her Prince Charming and would we be apart of her special day. Like DUH… It was a magical day and I wish the two of them all the happiness in the world!
~Just keep breathing and looking for the silver lining~
So this week was shoot week for me, when we shoot our main fashion feature for the magazine, but first a little background, with no creative director I have had to coordinate a fashion shoot in Durban without me there.
Thank my lucky stars Super mom has been but a phone call away providing guidance and hooked me up with the fabulous Irish Stylist. So leading up to this week has been about 2 weeks worth of logistics… nightmare.
Monday and Tuesday were choc-a-block with sourcing of merchandise, styling up, taking inventory of stock and sorting out insurance to cover our re-donk-ulously expensive merchandise! So those were some good 12 hour days right there! To add to the sleepless nights is the fact that I am not on location at the shoot and cannot monitor the merchandise myself but have to put my trust in other people, which should be easy because I know I’m working with a great team. But it’s that fear of the unknown and if something goes wrong I cannot control it… eek
But by the sounds of it the shoot is going smoothly, I just look forward to 17h00 on Friday afternoon once I have completed my returns of all the merchandise and its been a clean run!
At the same time, I am also dealing with freelancers who are making mountains out of molehills, and whining about 30cents difference in commission rates… seriously do you have no life that 30cents is really going to make that huge an impact? Ok then fine have it… just don’t waist 3 hours of my life moaning about it! Some of us actually have work to do.
To add insult to injury the Plumber saga is still continuing, I’m at the point where if I had a spare second in my life, I would go get a plumbing degree and sort it out myself. I cannot believe the stupidity of some humans... and as the Kind Chiro says, “He’s a complete muppet”... Serioulsly some mothers children!
And this is just the icing on the cake, I don’t actually know where to turn or what to do…
In life it never rains, it only pours and right now I’m soaked through my bones with the reality of life!
Yet there is some good news, I can now officially Congratulate one of my bestest girl's, who would have Thunk it, the Crazii Redhead, knocked Clark Kent and I off our feet when she told us she was getting married to her Prince Charming and would we be apart of her special day. Like DUH… It was a magical day and I wish the two of them all the happiness in the world!
~Just keep breathing and looking for the silver lining~
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