Last Wednesday, the giant pimple on my face and I went Speed Dating. When my cousin had invited me a few weeks earlier, I absent-mindedly agreed, thinking that I would never really, actually go. At most, I’d maybe just tweet about that one time I almost went Speed Dating.
Wednesday came, along with the most spectacular display of adult acne. And it was cold. And I had nothing to wear. And I reeeally didn’t want to go and meet some crazy man who had gerbils for housemates and thought false nails were a look, for himself. But then my cousin reminded me of my New Year’s Resolutions and I thought of the blog post material the evening might produce. Curiosity took over in a force even bigger than my giant pimple, and so off into the cold night air my giant pimple and I went. Continue reading
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Pre-Ghost Tour snacks at our house. Ghost Pops, Skull Gums and ‘Veins’. Obs.
Pre-Ghost Tour ghosts at our house – Make yours with balloons, sandwich paper and a permanent marker.
On Saturday night, seven of us friends put on as many layers of clothing as we could find and headed out into the freezing (literally) Joburg night to The Mystery Ghost Bus Tour. The tour is run mostly from a bus (with the locations kept secret and changing with every tour). And includes two pubs stops and a midnight visit to a graveyard. Even though I am a huge scaredy cat, I would really like to go back to some of the buildings that we saw and go exploring. Did you know that there is a castle in Kensington? Our Kensington?!
There were several times where I found myself wanting to yell, ‘Stop the bus! Let’s go inside and find ourselves some ghost friends!’ And I would have loved to hear some more stories and details of the buildings we drove past.
It was fascinating to be reminded how old and steeped in stories of days gone by our city is. And ameezing to be on a midnight adventure with friends. And hip flasks. Ooooooohhoooo.
Vital Ghost Tour Prep.
This is what zero degrees at midnight in a graveyard looks like. Thanks James for this photo.
Pub stop at The Troyville Hotel. The moment we all became zombies…
The book the whole planet is reading (and my mouth guard). I’m about to find out what all the house wife blushing is about. A cold front is on its way to Joburg this weekend. I love the cold if only for all the wardrobe opportunities it brings. And for the all snuggling in bed with a blush inducing international best seller it requires.
On Saturday night I am going with a group of friends on a ghost tour of Joburg. I am really, really scared of even the idea of ghosts. But I really, really like seeing weird and wonderful corners of Joburg. And I get to secretly wear my dressing gown under a long black cloak all night. I’ll let you know how it goes. Ooooooooooooooh.
Happy Weekend Ameezings.
Hello Ameezing Friends, its been long hey?! And I miss you. It’s funny to say there really hasn’t been time over the last few weeks for this little thing called blogging, but there reeeally hasn’t been. Shame. There’s a few things I have been wanting to talk to you about, some I’ll come back to and some, have kind of dissolved in a moment in time, but I still wish we’d had a chin wag about them.
I’ve gotten more responsibility at work and the lessons I have learnt from that, one of the top ones being ‘Confidence’. Confidence assures, explains, sells, fixes, keeps calm and carries on. You can never have enough confidence. Or double-sided tape. The terribly tragic death of Amy Winehouse. The opening of the Rosebank Gautrain (there’s now a train running underground virtually right outside my front door. Ameezing). Being broody, since this post about love and divorce, I have discovered a new-found freedom in honesty here. Even if it’s a little scary. More about babies and divorce to come (‘Oh no she di-ent’). Super excitement about a little Cape Town getaway with Mr Ameezing next week. I’m a Joburger through and through, I work too much, stress alot and get a kick out of violently beautiful sunsets, but Cape Town is my secret crush. One I will never act on, but sometimes fantasize about. So I am really looking foward to a little flirting session next week.
I took this lantern picture in Thailand in January whilst on the back of a scooter, with Mr Ameezing expertly navigating the traffic (helmets? In Thailand? Never!) We stopped at a traffic light and I glanced up to see a sky of lanterns. I look at this photo often, to remember that moment and the ocean of feelings it came with.
Ms Love dresses like a Victorian chamber maid. She speaks in a soft, girlish voice and says, ‘hhmm, yes’ alot. She is somewhere between 40 and 70 years old, it really is impossible to tell. She wears her hair up in Victorian kind of ‘onion’ bun and doesn’t wear a stitch of make up. And when she comes to open the gate for us she is very apologetic about the fact that the power is out.
Ms Love runs a museum from her house. Or rather, her house is a museum, a perfect replica of Victorian times. Right down to the whale boned corsets hanging in the closet and the calling cards at the door. Did I mention she lives in Auckland Park? The Auckland Park next to Melville, Joburg. Her front door not more than a kilometre from Campus Square. This absolute treasure of a time capsule, right there, a suburb or two away.
We arrive on Saturday morning to see her exhibition of wedding dresses from the last 150 years. Even though there is no power, she walks carrying a candle (it is an eerily fantastic sight, a Victorian chamber maid, carrying a candle through a darkened hallway lined by century old wallpaper) and the house it freeeezing cold (those Victorians weren’t as much about heat as they were about velvet curtains and well stocked libraries), the exhibition is an incredible collection of dresses and wedding paraphernalia. Made only better by Ms Love’s great knowledge of anything Victorian. “My mother’s honeymoon underwear was made out of parachute material. It was around the time of the war and they had no other fabrics so many wedding dresses and other garments were made of soldier’s parachutes”, she tells us.
The experience is absolutely spell binding, fascinating and creepy in a really wonderful kind of way. I cannot recommend her tours enough. The Wedding Dress Exhibition runs until 31 July 2011. Regular tours of the house are by appointment. Lindfield House Museum – 72 Richmond Avenue, Auckland Park (011) 726 2932.
Ooh, and afterwards she serves a full tea with jam and cream scones on her verandah in the sunshine. Ameezing.
One of the very few benefits of having a 4:30am call time on the roof of a 22 storey building in town when its -2 degrees outside, is seeing the city before sunrise. There is something eerily beautiful about Joburg just before the day begins, the calm before the storm that is another day here. After seeing this view and watching the sunrise creep across these buildings I think Joburg is definately a morning person. High Five, you tricky little city, you.