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.]
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’.
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I’d have to replace ‘Scrubs re-runs’ with ’30 Rock, Downton Abbey or New Girl re-runs’. But otherwise, word.
PS. Bravery and my brother’s tree tattoo.
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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.
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.
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.