Three Things Thursday

One

I sometimes wonder if ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ ruined all sayings for us all, forever.  And it’s such a shame because I love the sentence and the sentiment.

Every now and again a saying comes along (usually on Pinterest, but stilllll) and hits me, in the face, like a jealous girl with a bunch of flowers.

A saying that seems like it has been written for that moment, to come sauntering on its little letter legs, into your life.  The Ever Lovely Lindsay-Jane sent this to me a few weeks ago and I have found it to be such a source of inspiration and comfort ever since.

 

Two

Anne Hathaway is a lot like life.  Sometimes wonderful, sometimes unexpected, sometimes a little not how you want it to be.  But this picture, with that hat and that make up and that perfectly messy perfect hair and that jacket that winks at the nineties whilst still being completely fresh, oh boy.

If the Anne Hathaway of this picture is like life, then we are all in paradise.  And this picture should be our flag.  And on postage stamps.  And wall paper.  And bumper stickers.  This picture is the Kate to our Leo, the Meg to our Tom, the Claire Danes to our Jared Leto.  This picture is the best.

Anne Hathaway Paradise picture found at Apartment 34. A beeeautiful design and style blog, which may also be, paradise.

 

Three

We at Haus of Ameezing believe that good hair days should always be celebrated,  written about in Time Magazine and high fived about until your hands are just bloodied palms.  Not really.  But good hair days are ameezing.  And because it’s been at least three posts since you last saw my giant head, here it is! With mostly behaving locks in tow.

Okay bye now.

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Camping with Boys

Bottle of water, shopping packet of rubbish hanging in a tree, silver kettle, crazy layered outfit made up of half clothes and half pyjamas, broken sunglasses…what could this possibly be but weekend camping?!

So I went camping with boys.  Five boys.  One brotherfriend and four friends.  Some of the finest boys I know.  It wasn’t always going to be five boys and I, but my dear friend Lauren was too ill to come.  Lauren, the boys were super fun, but holy panda’s toenails, I missed you.

Camping companions:

Justin Grilles, James the Urban Cowboy, Stiaan DSTV Mobile Smith, Ryan the Great Traveller and Ty the Terrific.

Some things I learnt as an amateur (super amateur) camper: [Read more...]

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Sleeping Under The Stars

The last time I went camping was before I had kissed a boy.  I was going to say the last time I went camping was before I started wearing a bra, but for all you know, that could have been last Wednesday.  It was 1992.

I’m going camping!

Have a wonderful Easter weekend.

Camilla x

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Jumpsuit

I did a shoot wearing a jumpsuit in pursuit, of a better day.

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…the rest is still unwritten.

Where else but right here would you find a Natasha Bedingfield lyric in 2013?

So that’s a picture of my head.  It’s huge! (The picture and my head.)  I’ve started wearing dangly earrings again.  We haven’t chatted about dangly earrings in a while.  And yet the world still turns?!

Wearing dangly earrings again feels strange and exciting and no different from wearing not dangly earrings.

I promise this is about to get better.

Writing consistently requires loads of note taking.  I’m constantly writing stuff down, saving ideas in the ‘Notes’ section of my phone whilst taking for the traffic light to go green, scribbling sentences on the back of director’s treatments (sorry directors, I gotta do what I gotta do), on parking tickets, business cards, lunch slips.  Sometimes it’s a simple ‘write about …’, which is where yesterday’s post came from, sometimes it’s a whole paragraph, the beginning of a story, or just exactly what is happening where I am right then.  One note that remains a mystery says ‘write about bees and shoes’.  You guys, what could that mean?! I really can’t remember.

Here are a whole bunch of these kind of notes.  Little ideas that never made it to the light.  Until now. [Read more...]

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Judging Dread

Can I get a high five for this heading? Hoo Haah *palm smash*

Dread is a heavy word, isn’t it?  It weighs a lot to feel it, to hide feeling it, to give it the time of day when it won’t let you do anything else.  A word made of cement and worry and unsettling discomfort.  A heavy, heavy word.

I used to think that it didn’t really matter how negative your thoughts were, as long as no one could tell you were thinking them.  I don’t think that anymore.  In fact, I dropped that thought in the sand and ran and ran until I saw Egypt and the moon rising and another month peeling off the calendar like dead skin from a sun burnt arm.

One of my goals this year was to shed dread.  That feeling that comes on Sunday night, or when someone asks you a question and you don’t know the answer.  Or the fact that it’s Tuesday morning when you want it to be Saturday afternoon.  Whatever the disease, dread is the symptom.  And I went searching for the cure. [Read more...]

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Into the Light

I realised last night that these three pictures, from a very busy but good last few days, were destined to live in a post together.

This week I found myself set dressing ‘nice looking’ rubbish into a bin for a shoot (sur-real), waking up before 5am 5 days in a row, having the most fun at a grown up (but most fun) birthday party.  Gilli, you’re a party throwing genius.  And hugging my friend Ryan as much as I could.  Which will be a general theme over the next few months.

Have a great weekend.

High five made of rainbows,

Ms Ameezing

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Vintage Ameezing

For the whole of Wednesday and Thursday I’ll be spending the day and some/a lot of the night shooting in studio.  But dry those eyes you guys, here are a few links to some Vintage Ameezing posts to keep you company until I’m back on Friday.

Men.

I shook the whole time whilst writing this post.

A post about a nun and a Woolworths mannequin.

Frankie Baskind‘s first day on earth.

Joburg taught me.

A story about holding hands with a stranger (that actually happened to me).

Almost time to haul this out again.  Yessss.

A letter to teeny me, granny meTina Fey and Mindy Kaling.

My favourite sound.

Old people love.

I’m really proud of this post.

That time I saw a Ghostbusters cloud.

And how Ameezing began.

 

[I am @MsAmeezing on Twitter and msameezing on Instagram.  Let's hang.]

 

 

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Old Flame

Some days, my car is my office and Joburg is my work space.  Monday was one of those days.  And for a reason that is a mystery I suddenly saw the city afresh.  My old flame with new eyes.  I took these three pictures at three different moments of the morning.  I like that they are real and a little messy and unashamedly imperfect.  Kind of like Joburg itself.

More on my old flame Joburg.

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‘What’s a weekend?’ – Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey

This weekend I watched Autumn leaves and chilly rain fall.  All at once.  A choir of elements singing in the new season.

Lay on the couch with My Tall Drink of Water and snoozed, like a real weekend having person should.

Ate burgers from a food truck in the burbs.  It felt just like it looks in the movies.

Practiced not standing like a baby t-rex every time a camera was in sight (it’s a marathon-not-a-sprint kind of thing).

Played darts.  And got a dart to stay on the board one in every three tries.  Yessss.

Took a tuk tuk. These are new in Joburg.  And although it felt a little like raising your hands in the air when you are upside down on a roller coaster (Joburg traffic is not for the faint hearted) it was a fast, cheap and relatively safe way of getting around.

Went to see the movie Sleeper’s Wake with my brothers and our friend Stiaan, who was also in the movie. Woaw.  High fives Stiaan for being a humble, ameezing performer.

Ate poached eggs with friends and marvelled at their excellent company.

Decided not to cut a fringe.

Decided to tell you guys that I decided not to cut a fringe.

And hugged my dear friend Ryan as much as I could.

Doing the ol’ ‘use a hat to hide the light switch so it doesn’t look like its growing out of my shoulder’ trick.  Just like they do in Milan.

And you guys?  How was your weekend?

 

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