This one goes out to Adi…

“So you’re going to go home now and write a post, yes?’ – Adi Koen, just now.

2013 has been one trixsy little pony so far, hasn’t she?  When the clock struck midnight on that first day, I had assumed she would be a middle child year.  Not really kicking up too much fuss, not getting into trouble or marrying a rock star, or woaw, a poet.  But holy panda’s toenails, was I wrong.  She has been an only child, the first child, the last child, the middle child of all middle children, one trixsy little pony.

High fives Autumn in Joburg.  Lightly dusting the city in crunchy, orangy brown leaf goodness.  Just as you should.  The wind blows, leaves shower to the ground.  One thousand cherubs sing.  I am sure of it.

I’ve started calling myself a woman.  I know, I know! But hear me out.  I’m not sure when it happened. The other day? Many days ago?  Somewhere in the last while I went from saying ‘girl’ to ‘woman’.  Maybe it’s the more than three grey hairs that have arrived on my head, or the at-peace-ness or the almost mid-thirty-ness (woaw woaw woaw), but somewhere it started happening and guess what? It sits right.  It makes me want to live up to the word, to fulfill it, to fill it. To be it.  Good things.

Game of Thrones.

Vine.  Are you on it? My vine name is ameezing.  It’s like Instagram. Only 6 seconds of motion. And a leetle bit more addictive.

Good socks, hugs, Milo (hot), daydreams of beach times, scarves cosy enough to be buried in (ewww), wearing stockings and re-enacting scenes from Chicago whilst getting dressed in the morning ‘he had it coming, cha cha’, soup, red wine, Downton Abbey, adopting fire places and snoozing under heavy blankets – things that make Winter okay.

And now, a fitting room picture of an unrequited purchase:

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When did these become okay? Maybe they haven’t.  Not to worry though, I have a whole Venter trailer load of shudders stored up for the moment that pictures of yourself, by yourself become really not okay.  They’re probably already not okay. But I’m talking, reeaallyy not okay.

Two loads of washing, plants watered, bedroom cleaned, dishes washed, random pictures rearranged and bath taken – things I did to procrastinate, instead of working on a writing deadline.  Clean House – 1 Words – 0.

I asked my friend Ryan what his favourite thing about Joburg is at the moment and he said, ‘All. The. Coffee.  The people on the streets. Post in Braamfontein.  I like that no one I don’t like lives here.’

Doing what you love always feels like such a privilege, doesn’t it?

Also, I’m a middle child.

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A Little Spooked…

Gumboots -  Tiny, nameless shop at the Oriental Plaza. Puddle – Nature’s Own

A little spooked…  is the reason I have been quiet over the last while.  Let’s leave it at that and instead say ‘Hello Again! Holy Panda’s Toenails, I have missed you!’  (One day, one fine day ‘Holy Panda’s Toenails’ is going to catch on.  Oh, what a day it will be).

So what’s been happening?  It’s Spring up North, pastel colours, walks in Central Park, ditching the snow boots, etc.  Whilst here we stock up on stockings, eat soup (even though it’s still sort of salad season) and watch the sun go down way before 7pm, which is strange, but kind of delicious.

In two weeks I hop on a plane to Australia.  Travel is so surreal.  And always feels completely like it is never actually  going to materialise until the moment you are fastening your seatbelt, swallowing your Valium and watching the safety demonstration unfold.  I’m busy reading Bill Bryson’s ‘Down under’ and learning all kinds of fascinating things about Australia.  Like the fact that it is the ‘world’s sixth largest country’ and ‘of the world’s ten most poisonous snakes, all are Australian.’

I have also learnt that the Australian friends that I am about to meet are some of the most caring, loving and ameezing people I have come across (that’s all me, not Bill Bryson, although I’m sure he would agree).  I cannot wait for when our skyping finally turns to hugging and ‘So good to meet you’.

Let’s talk about going to the Doctor during a power failure.  Walking down a very dark corridor, following a man in a white coat who hopefully takes his oath very seriously.  Having that little temperature thingy under your tongue, whilst the Doctor takes your blood pressure, all by candle light, is beyond bizarre.  And yet, in the moment, and mostly just because this is the reality you have, you go on as though the lights are on and it’s just another Friday morning. I am happy to report that Doctor Power Failure took his oath very seriously and also prescribed some lovely virus reducing meds that had me fever free and out of bed the very next day.

On an unrelated note, if you like girls who wear spectacular librarian glasses for realsies, dress ameezingly and sport the best top knots ever, please see this girl immediately.

Thoughts on what to say when people ask ‘Where’s your other half?’ … You mean belly button to shoes or belly button to top of head?  Mostly this weekend I went with, ‘Oh, I don’t have one’.  Friends, there must, must be a more witty, graceful, Joan Holloway way to answer this that doesn’t leave everyone red like a blister the moment after it pops.

I’ve recently started following Alexa Chung (@alexa_chung) on Twitter, she’s the bees knees.  (I am @MsAmeezing on Twitter.)

To end, a new-found secret:  Rye Toast with Nutella.  Ameezing.

PS. Nuns and rude mannequins.  And the loneliest whale in the world.

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Trench Coats, Not just for Superheros.

So I bought a trench coat for the impending deliciousness that is Autumn (like totally my favourite season) and first Winter.  I just made up the phrase ‘first Winter’, meaning those beginning stages of Winter where determined brown leaves still stick to blackening branches and goosebumps just mean goosebumps not, ‘Why aren’t you wears stockings, crazy, blue lady?’

Wearing it (only around the house at this point because we’re still in last Summer) makes me feel all grown up, explorer-ish and exactly like this lady.  Ameezing.

Save up some cappuccino money and get your First Lady/Super hero/First Winter trench coat at Trenery.

PS.  Check out some neck companions for trench coats here.

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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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