But Seriously Y’all, Baby Lambs

I’m in Underberg at the moment visiting my parents.  Yesterday, we spent the afternoon at friends of theirs.  A magical place where chocolate cake is fresh out of the oven, apple orchards are just beyond the kitchen door, honey is collected from bees and the layered mountains create a theatre of the round.  For life.

When the sun was reaching out to play Hide and Seek behind a mountain, we all headed outside.  I pulled off my converse and pulled on a pair of borrowed gumboots.  The air was weirdly balmy (there’s whisperings of snow), the light was a ridiculous shade of golden and the baby lambs were ready for supper.

I have never held a baby lamb before. The closest I have come is sheepishly (sorry not sorry) sticking my fingers through a fence to try and feel their gruffly soft fur.  While full grown sheep are all body with stick legs, baby lambs are all long limbs with little, warm bodies.  And they have almond shaped eyes and Disney ears, and they trot.  Even half an hour after being born, they stand up and trot, because they know that is just what baby lambs should do.

Baby lambs are also super wriggly, they want to play and snuggle with their moms and unlike puppies, have very little interest in a bottle of warm milk.  So you have to keep the teet of the bottle in their mouth and hold them on your lap until they’ve had at least a few gulps.

The mom sheep all watched suspiciously from a corner.  Baaaa-ing moodily every now and again.

(I’m thinking of sending this post to Farmer’s Weekly, ground breaking notes on animal husbandry, I’ll say.)

After the baby lambs had wriggled and gulped a little milk and baaaa-ed and trotted around, we walked down to the river where a herd of horses from the farm next door had wandered over.  The sound of their hooves clip clopping home across the river bed was all at once strangely familiar, completely foreign and exactly what every pair of ears should get to hear.

Can something you have already done be on your Bucket List?
If so, my Rebucket List would include:

Going back to Paris
Throwing vacuum cleaners out of the back of a convertible at high speed
Kissing in the rain

Feeding baby lambs

Me: This is the happiest moment of my life.

Baby Lamb:  Heeeeeeeelp.

Lastly, a note on genetics.  I was looking through my parent’s pictures of the afternoon (thank you guys for every photo in this post!) and these two pictures stopped me in my tracks.  Mother/Daughter What Now?!  My Mom and I are standing exactly the same at two moments along the way.  Geez genes.

PS.  More on genes – I am my father’s daughter.

(I should mention that I know that lambs are baby sheep.  But ‘baby lambs’ just sounds so much better.  Thank you for understanding.)


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The Year was 1984

So this was the last time I modelled:

I was four years old and modelling for my aunt who was a fashion student at the time.  I don’t remember much about the experience except reeally liking that Hello Kitty compact and the plastic-y smell of the sports bag.  In 2012 Ameezing the Blog is going to be growing in all kinds of directions and the one of those directions is Frock Pics or ‘What I wore today’ posts (I think I’ll stick with ‘Frock Pics’).  I’ve never done any before, except for this one, so I thought the beautiful backdrop of the Drakensberg mountains was a good place to dip my toes in this idea. I’m wearing a vintage dress, vintage belt and gumboots from the Oriental Plaza.  Ha ha, this is going to be fun!

Tomorrow is my family’s faux Christmas.  We’re all going to be in separate places on the actual Christmas so we’re celebrating tomorrow.  With the exception of faux Christmas Day,  Ameezing the Blog is not going on holiday at all.  The search of all things Ameezing continues!  So when you’re not on the beach, on skiing, or decking the halls with bells of holly, stop by and say hi.

Thanks to Ameezing Joel for taking these pics.

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It’s beginning to look alot like Christmas…

Next Monday, I’m heading here, to my parent’s house in the Southern Drakensberg.  The plan is to do little else than take long walks, ride horses, wear pyjamas to Spar, bake brownies and read loads of literature that contains words like ‘Katy Perry’ and ‘Circle of Shame’.  A. Meezing.

What are your holiday plans,  fellow Ameezlings?

PS. The story of my first time in Underberg.

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Of Bikinis and Leopard Print Stockings

Winter is officially here.  The more international glossy magazine shoots of girls in bikinis and juicy red, summery lipstick there are, the more we can no longer be in denial. Europe may be rediscovering pedicures and sunblock.  But here, the cold has arrived, and she is the size of Gilbert Grape’s mother.  Chin blue, nose running, eyes watering kind of cold.  On the upside, everyone looks great in a scarf, Joburg looks fantastically dramatic and Lemony Snicket like and I have a ridiculously lovely new pair of leopard print stockings.

My mama sent me this picture taken in the Drakensberg from their verandah on a particularly chilly morning.  I want to go to there.


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Bon Voyage Mama and Papa

A few years ago my Mom and Dad moved to the Drakensberg Mountains.  We, their kids, were suprised by the sudden decision but excited to see what country life was like.  They took to it like ducks to water, on the lake of the property they had just bought.  They make country living look cosy and chic and extremely tempting.

Tomorrow they are going on holiday to France and Italy for four weeks to visit my lovely Aunt and Uncle who have all kinds of ameezing things planned for them.  My brothers and I are sharing the house/great dane/cat/bird sitting duties while they are gone.  I am really looking forward to my country side confinement and have planned all kinds of knitting projects, cooking experiments and Jane Austen-esque walks.

I visited them about two weeks after they had become country folk and wrote about my first few days there:

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