30-50

This past weekend I went to the theatre to watch some dance pieces and a great band.  After the show, whilst milling around in the reception, some of the audience were asked to fill out surveys.  How often do you come to the theatre? How did you hear about this show?  I was dutifully juggling my theatre wine and clip board, ticking boxes like there was no tomorrow and then, then I got to the age section.  You guys, the only box appropriate for me to tick (without lying) was 30-50.  There it sat, just below 25-30 (which suddenly sounded insanely youthful), looking up at me, sweetly waiting to be slashed through the belly with a pen mark.

I lent against the wall for support and dragged my brain back out of the rabbit hole of ‘aahhhhhh’.  And then I started thinking, waidaminute, nowadays, sometimes, mostly in fact, I feel so happy and grateful.  Simple little words ‘happy’ and ‘grateful’.  Words straight out of a pre-school song, and yet, so powerful in the way they open doors, that you never knew where there, to the garden and let the sunshine in.  If being in the 30-50 box means hanging out with those two words, then I’m grabbing a sun hat, taking my shoes off and getting comfortable.

I took a sip of wine, gave the (newish) ol’ smile lines some exercise and slashed that box straight across the belly.

PS. I am most grateful for this sound.

[My brother Joel is a fashion designer and the taker of this photograph.  You guys, he is ameezing.]

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Pondering…

How I can recreate this house that looks like it’s made of ghost’s breath

And live in it forever

I heard a friend whistling last night.  No one whistles anymore.  My grandfather used to whistle.

How much hot chocolate is too much hot chocolate?

Still pondering becoming a ginger

What’s the point of dust?

The enormous impact that the kindness of a stranger has.  It stays with you like your favourite perfume.

Candy floss (cotton candy) in Afrikaans is Spook Asem.  Directly translated it means ‘Ghost’s breath’.

Winter

Ameezing.

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And while we’re at it…

I’d have to replace ‘Scrubs re-runs’ with ’30 Rock, Downton Abbey or New Girl re-runs’.  But otherwise, word.

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Let’s all get matching tattoos that say this. K? K.

PS. Bravery and my brother’s tree tattoo.

[Image Source Unknown - Holler if You Do]

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Gun Totin’ Orphans

Growing up, these two identical paintings hung in the corridor outside my bedroom.  And it never once occurred to me that they were of gun toting orphans.  I just loved them.  And oh the Ryan-Gosling’s-biceps sized crush that I had on the artist friend of my parents who had painted them.  He was a red head (kids, that’s what we used to call gingers), and wore veldskoens long before they were a thing.

A few months ago Joel and I asked my parents if we could hang onto the paintings for a while, and oh happy day they said yes.  They are called ‘The Shadow : A shock of guns’ and the artist is Walter Hayn.

In other news, it’s been a good week for neck adornments, with this new bunting necklace (from Sass Diva) also wandering onto my jewellery holder.  Two Frock Pics posts in one week, good gravy.

Thanks Joelie Joel for taking these photos.

PS. See more things in our home here.

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Australia – Part Two

In Australia:


This was the closest we came to seeing kangaroos.

Although we did hang out with this little guy.

We visited the Gallery of Modern Art.  But somehow I only came away with photos of this Mad Men-esque water feature

There is a book called ‘Camilla the Cupcake Fairy’. Nuff said.

We stood under these life size whales chilling in a corridor, just so.

Joel and Jacqui’s Dad were snapsies.  Happy face.

Joel and Stiaan were snapsies.  Moody face.

We spontaneously stopped at this garage sale (a real garage sale!) but didn’t buy anything, although I was secretly coveting a black, ceramic panther.

We walked along a fake beach.  Because there was one.

I also pumped gas for the first time.  Went to Ikea for the first time.  Went to a dress up party dressed as a swing dancer.  Ate a Macdonalds burger, even though it had fallen on the ground.  Had a very near bat attack incident. Went for loads of walks at night (one of my all time favourite things to do). Ate an ice-cream called Golden Gaytime.  Bar hopped across the city (that’s as rare for me as Macgyver using hair mousse).  Wore flip flops for more than 3 days in a row.  And called them ‘thongs’ because that’s what you do in Australia.  Ate a teeny piece of kangaroo steak (its sold in supermarkets).  Took the bus a lot.  And stood next to two incredible women as we watched our incredible friend marry the husband of her dreams.  It was ameezing.

There are many photos of many people and moments that I would have loved to post.  But I’m going to keep it this brief.  Thanks to Stiaan (dreamy kangaroo hugger in the first photo) for letting me poach some of his holiday pics.  Wedding photo taken by the wonderous Grant Marshall.

PS. Australia – Part One.

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Part Librarian, Part Skull.

This vintage, librarian top (last worn as part of a Voortrekker outfit to a dress up party), seemed just the thing to go with a new, teeny skull necklace.  Welcome to the family little skull face.  Found at Rozanne and Pushkin.  Check out more ameezing finds here and here.

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Australia – Part One

Ameezing Travel Companions

So Much Blue

I’m not so good in aeroplanes.  I get the ration of it, more chance of dying in a car crash or being swallowed by a zebra etc.  But the other side of the giant tin can coin is a whole bunch of strangers, in the air, together in an enclosed space, mostly travelling ACROSS THE OCEAN.  Even thinking about it makes my knees go wibbly and my throat go small.

But, 7 rescue remedy tablets and 2 plastic bottles of aeroplane wine later (I managed to skip the Valium, woo hoo), we landed in Australia.  And so began a trip so spectacular that I would fly across one meellion oceans in one meellion tin cans just to do it all again.  Really.  As if being reunited with the wonderous Jacqui and Ryan wasn’t enough of a joy, meeting their friends, spending time with them and falling a little bit in love with all of them was such an enormous, special part of the trip.

Happily, there was very little shopping done.  A few presents aside, I came back with a hair doughnut and some magical velcro thingys that allow you to hang pictures without making holes in the walls (thanks Bernie Chin).  Our time was spent eating dinners, hanging out, going into the city for drinks, hanging out, sleeping in, hanging out, reading (The Hunger Games, The Grazia – only the finest literary material) a party or two and a wonderful, perfect, extraordinary wedding day.

I am so, so grateful to everyone that we met, spent time with and hosted us.  Your generosity was overwhelming and well, just ameezing.  Thank you, thank you.  And Jacqui and Ryan, you guys are rays of light in all of our lives.  And the glue.  You guys are gluey rays of light.  And we love you.

Travel Companion with Beanie

Sign at the Airport

Brisbane City

Tourists and The City

Bells

The Metcalfes

Walking = Love

Dusk

Part Two coming soon. Yesssss.

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Things I’m Afraid to Tell You

Australia – Heart Poundingly Happy

Yesterday I stumbled upon this super brave post written by blogger Erin Loechner in which she compiles a list of all the things she is afraid to tell her readers.  Personal things, embarrassing things, things that are a little messy and not pinterest worthy, things that just take courage to talk about.

I read the list, I chuckled, I blushed and I realised it was time to do the same.  Here goes:

-I went to Australia and didn’t blog.  And then I came back and didn’t blog.  I just spent weeks swimming in an ocean of no words and a weird see saw of guilty apathy.  And I missed it and felt like I couldn’t remember how to write.  Or be honest about some things that terrified me. And the funny thing about words is that they breed like rabbits.  Words make more words make more words.  Unless they don’t.  And then you’re just left in the hazy, misty woods with one lonely rabbit hopping around.

-I am really not happy with the design, layout, look of Ameezing.  She needs alot of love.  It feels like I’m still faxing whilst everyone else is tweeting.  I’m finally working on that.

-I am genuinely terrified that I won’t ever find someone.  Wait, Someone.  To build a life with, to ‘Hey honey, how was your day?’ with, to make the babies that I can dress like  mini grown-ups with.  And I have no idea what to do about it.

-And I’m broody.  What an unfortunate combination.

-I still have this problem.

-Blushing, the Judas Iscariot of all public interactions is getting worse.

-Sending stuff that I have written to anyone still feels like the most terrifying, impossible thing.  Why is that wall so high? (Blog writing to you, dear ameezings, aside).

-In my next life I would very much like to come back as Katniss Everdeen.  Very, very much.

So, with those, I am declaring Chapter Two of Ameezing the Blog, begun.  Thank you for your patience and gentle (and not so gentle but super needed) encouragement to get back on the blogging horse.  Galloping feels a little like flying.  And flying feels ameezing.

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