Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Metallic and Sequin... I love!

Today in the office we are rocking the metallic and sequin trend.

I am wearing a metallic gold dress from Zara, and Gina is wearing a sequin top from BCBG

I have spotted all things that glitter and sparkle and we are loving the new UK Instyle cover with gorgeous Diane Kruger on the cover trending a gorgeous gold sequin AW 2011 Dolce and Gabbana dress.

Also the September Vogue Cover oozes sex appeal with a turqouise long sleeve mini dress



It’s not easy to do things you’ve never done before — it starts with walking, continues with learning to accessorize and applying to university, tests your patience when you become convinced that Wits or UCT left several key steps out of their instructions, and gets a little dicey around the time you realize the baby in your arms isn’t made of plastic (it’s actually your cousin Emma), and is relying on you to make sure it doesn’t die.

(bahahaha okay I just think this is so funny....)

Luckily, there are things and people in place to aid us with taking on such tasks.

Our parents are there to hold our hands until we know it’s okay to let go. Our friends and the latest edition of Vogue let us know that skinny belts are on the way out and our guidance counselors help us see that rocking brassy highlights isn’t what the essay prompt meant by “overcoming adversity.” The parenting classes we attend assures us that our baby doesn’t hate us, and our mothers inform us that we also dabbled in the art of feces finger painting and we turned out just fi– well, we turned out, didn’t we?

If you’re anything like me, however, you start to notice that there are things nobody really talks about. Things nobody can really help you with. Things that are kind of a big fucking deal. Like balancing what you’re supposed to do with balls with what you actually feel like doing with balls, how to recover from hitting “reply all” on an e-mail with less than favorable sentiments regarding half of the recipients, and, most importantly, your self-esteem.

My approach towards my self-esteem has always kind of been like, whatever. It’s like a grumpy drunken uncle who I deal with whenever I have to, but other than that, I sort of live my life pretending it doesn’t exist. So far, so good, right? The thing about self-esteem, though, is that you don’t actually notice there’s anything wrong with yours until you realize how much it has led you and your life down the pathetic path less traveled.

It begins easily enough: You talk yourself out of buying the dress you want because you’re convinced your boobs are too small or your stomach is too big or your hips are too wide. I mean, everyone feels that way at some point or another, so you justify your disgust by thinking it’s natural and basically acceptable to completely despise your reflection. A mini-meltdown in the dressing room over a piece of cotton is just the way you roll.

Later that night at the grocery store, you bump into the guy who sat next to you in your English literature class two years ago who you always thought was charming and funny and adorable and insightful, but a little shy. You think about asking him if he wants to hang out sometime, but decide not to because he probably doesn’t feel the same way. I mean, why would he, right? Goodbye, almost future husband, you whisper as he walks away from you in the cereal aisle.

The following week at work, you discover that a colleague who performs the exact same tasks as you and has been with the company for less time has received a promotion. For a moment, you think about asking for a raise, but then quickly decide against it. You don’t want to seem pushy or ungrateful or annoying or jealous.

After work, you go out with your friends and one of them poses a moderately intellectual question. You think you know the answer, but you begin to wonder if you really know the answer, and so you bite your tongue to avoid embarrassment in the event that you’re wrong. A few moments later, someone else answers instead — with your answer — after Googling the information on his or her Blackberry.

This is the sort of shit that you’re used to. And you wonder why your life sucks.
It’s not easy to do things you’ve never done before — which is why this is going to be challenging — but it’s time to get real and call self-esteem what it really is: Self-doubt. There are three things that are good about self-doubt. Can you name them?

Trick bloody question! Nothing is good about self-doubt. Self-doubt cheats you out of a cute wardrobe, sabotages your opportunity lure eligible bachelors back to your pad, annoys your friends, causes unnecessary anxiety, and ensures that you will always be questioning your competence and crossing your fingers when you check your bank balance. Self-doubt is the only thing standing in the way of the life you deserve.

This is why you have to kill your self-doubt. Seriously______ it needs to die.

Its weaknesses are compliments from other people (pay them if you have to — this is vital!), flattering lighting (public mirrors are public tears), convincing yourself that people who reject you just can’t handle all of that perfection (it’s not lying if it makes you feel better), and, if you’re taking notes, get out your highlighter: Simply not giving a fuck.

Say it with me: Fuck you, self-doubt. We’re fabulous :P


Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Those precious 5 seconds...

A few months ago I was at the movies  preparing to hand over R100 for some popcorn and Crème Soda ( usually my green ambulance choice of beverage) when I saw this girl drop a handful of popcorn onto the floor. The black floor. She dropped her handful of popcorn onto the black, carpeted abyss of diseases and delights masquerading as a floor. The same floor that receives ample face time with soles of shoes that are most likely not strangers to city streets and public bathroom tiles.

So when she bent over, picked up the contaminated popcorn, and tossed it back into her mouth while gleefully justifying her decision to her friends by saying, “5 second rule!” and was met with knowing nods, it became clear to me that I could never trust anyone with any issues regarding basic health and sanitation ever again.

Although this particular 5 second rule doesn’t apply to me (My policy is: If your lunch hits the floor, you get the green light to have an extra cookie with dinner to make up for it. You do not shrug and assume carpet fuzz and traces of H1N1 were all, “Wait, it hasn’t been 5 seconds yet! Don’t touch that sandwich!”), there are plenty of other things that can be decided in 5 seconds:

Within 5 seconds of flipping the channel to a football game, I know that hmm… yup, I still hate sports.

Within 5 seconds of standing in line at the grocery store, I know how Heidi Montag feels about her plastic surgery, Mel Gibson’s therapist really has his hands full, and that celebrities tend to leave the “and moderate cocaine use” bit off the end of their response to the question, “How do you stay so slim?”

Within 5 seconds of a new song starting, I know whether or not the person who recommended it to me should be unfollowed, de----friended, and sent into social media exile.

Within 5 seconds of looking in the mirror in the morning, I know if my hair and I are going to have a problem.

Within 5 seconds of looking at a garment, I know how it (better) look on me and where I will be wearing it.

Within 5 seconds of boarding a plane, I feel like I know I’m going to die. Sometimes I’m wrong.

There is a myth I’d like to dispel, however. I don’t know how it got started, but rumor has it that women know within 5 seconds of meeting a man whether or not they would sleep with them, and I just want to set the record straight: This is totally untrue and, frankly, insulting, because we usually don’t find out approximately how much you make in a year, which celebrities are members at your country club, whether or not there are founding fathers in your family tree, and where all of your summer homes are located until we’ve been talking for at least five minutes!

So rest assured — you get about 300 seconds



There are some fine lines in life that regrettably just can’t be averted by generously applying firming anti-gravity mixtures of unicorn tears and Scandinavian spring water while mainlining Botox. These include (but are not limited to) the following:

When you realize that you’ve added “pregaming” to your before-bed routine, does that make you an alcoholic or a human?

When you put on your Wonderbra for a first date, do you appear sexy or do you appear to have just successfully Photoshopped yourself in real life?

When someone starts telling you a story and ten seconds in, all you can think is OH MY GOD HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE SO BORING, but you humour them anyway, does that make you a good listener or a bad friend?

When you play the lottery, does that make you an optimist or, like, really, really, really bad at probability?

When you’re convinced that the only reason you and your celebrity crush have yet to tie the knot is because he hasn’t met you yet, are you a crazy confidant or a crazy delusional person?
When you’re visibly intoxicated in >50% of your Facebook pictures, are you a budding socialite or a definite train wreck?

When you know all of the words to Justin Bieber’s “Baby,” are you Justin Bieber or should control of the car radio/anything/everything never be left in your hands?

When you’re constantly looking for ways to lose weight without incorporating any form of exercise into your daily routine, are you really ambitious or really lazy?

When your boyfriend leaves your house and tells you he’ll call you when he gets home and 6 hours later — nothing — so you naturally assume he must have died and call him 25 times in a row, are you super caring or super creepy?

When you tweet more words than you speak per day, are you a social media expert or a social pariah?

When your friend’s cheekbones finally start to show at age 25, do you assume she’s dabbling in plastic surgery or that she’s dabbling in meth?

When you take note of the fact that your OK Cupid date severely misrepresented his height, weight, eyebrow situation, and sense of humor, are you being observant or being judgmental?

And when you know more about what the Kardashians did over the weekend than what some politician did wherever politicians do things, does that make you selectively up to date with current events or everything that’s wrong with our generation?


Thursday, 20 October 2011

At first glance...

What is it about being close to people that incites similar style choices? Or do you naturally gravitate towards people who are like yourself? Do you and your friends look alike?

A collegague of mine, Gaby, have been working together for nearly a year now. We work side by side and now party side by side to. Everytime we meet new clients, we get asked if we are sisters and many people all us “The Religion Twins

There are countless times at the office where we are wearing the same top or same hairstyle, or even worse, the same gorgeous wedges and exact same outfit.  

We are now the joke of the office and I have decided to start documenting these occassions…

Today we are wearing the same top, which stupidly we brought together yesterday and both rocking our white Chanel watches and pumps.

Be sure this will happen again... Until then, keep shining...


Tuesday, 18 October 2011

David Guetta in my face

This weekend a whole group of us went to David Guetta. The concert was everything and more than I could ever have imagined

The whole vibe was amazing with plenty raucous stories to be told!

Here are some of our awesome moments :

Kiara with all the ladies


Everyone LOVES sparkles

Ethan and me

Alex, Dale and Mike looking dashing

Pre Drinks...YUM

Ethan, Kiara, david and um David

Me and Kel Bels

Sheena and Tyrone


Not sure about this one..

David waved at me... i swear

Aston starting Movember early this year... smart thinking

The chana's

Special Ethan


Smile... YES!

There are little times when one can detach themselves from their problems, worries and sorrows. These negatives things seem to fill out our minds more than positive things and even though the world out there is screaming that life is beautiful, that we have to smile and move on, saying it is easy but doing it is another deal.

It’s said that we control what we feel and think, that everything comes from the inside; there is nothing outside that influences us unless we allow it. The truth is that it does influences us and a lot, since sometimes we really want to be on, we want to laugh, jump and be spontaneous but right at that moment there is something that screws up plans. There are days that look like they were going to be good, there are reasons to feel happy, but then something happens immediately that the minimum happiness inkling trying to sneak out at the end just return to its cave.

There are days when I wake up feeling a bit different, I am kind of relaxed and take things with a pinch of humour. I feel certain inner peace and my mind, which is always going crazy and never rest, is at ease driving away anything that might disturb it. But, there is always a but, something happens, something negative that wipes out at once the positive intention of feeling ok: it could be that ONE guy you really like who says something wrong, or someone you disappoint.

There are things that might make us smile, yes, but that smile disappears in seconds and leaves the empty space hard to fill out. Sometimes I see something in TV that makes me smile, which means that I am disconnected from everything at that moment and just enjoy what I am seeing. That’s why it’s good to get our minds busy with something, whatever it is, to keep away the sort of stuff that kills the smile willing. Television, a magazine, go for a walk, something to do, because a smile can be provoked for the smallest thing, even if it doesn’t last that much, but it’s better than nothing.

Smiling is relaxing, but it’s not always easy to smile, since it’s not always easy to keep sorrows out of our minds. Sometimes those are so powerful and take control on everything. That’s why every time I am told “you have to relax” it gets on my nerves, since who says that telling “you have to relax” I am going to give an order to my body and mind, and one, two, three, I am relaxed, who says that is so simple. I wish it were like that.


Monday, 10 October 2011

Paradise ♥

Blasting some Coldplay in my ears as we speak, I cannot get over how incredible Saturday night was!

Aside from the fact that I think Chris Martin now has a thousand more female obsessed South African fans running after him (including ME), that man’s voice is incredible!!! He sounds exactly like he does on the radio!

There was a bus involved, a shebeen and plenty black label quarts!

Nothing like eating meat with your fingers

Ripping a piece of steak! haha

NO IDEA.....

Everyone has their favourites

Attempting the black label...

LOVE this!

That was fat...eeeuw #justsaying

This was the line up at the concert!

Xylo Xyloto
Hurts Like Heaven
In My Place
The Scientist
Major Minus
Violet Hill
God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
Paradise (music video shoot)
The Hardest Part (acoustic)
(Mexican phone wave)
'Til Kingdom Come (acoustic)
Viva La Vida
Charlie Brown
Life Is For Living
(Amy Winehouse - Rehab cover intro)
Fix You
Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall

Scientist was by far the best for me and I may have shed a few tears when Fix You played! #justsaying

During the concert, Chris told the Johannesburg crowd that Will Champion had suggested shooting a music video in South Africa, saying: "It's so much sunnier and warmer than where we come from." He then asked the crowd: "Would you like to be in the video?" The band then proceeded to place huge elephant masks over their heads. "When you're not as attractive as Beyoncé you got to do what you can ... please don't put this on YouTube," he joked. The stadium exploded into cheers and screams. Chris explained a minute-long clip would be shot for the end of their video for their new song Paradise.

It was an incredible moment and we all went wild!!! And PARADISE- what a song!!! It has been on repeat in my household for the past few days! I just want to go back… that’s all! But alas, Thank goodness for David Guetta this weekend!

Dance dance dance

CHRIS MARTIN- marry me!!!!!!!!!!

P.I.M.P- hold back on the hat for Lil Wayne yoh!

SCIENTIST..... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The moon, I hearted it.... Was so beautiful



Thanks to Kylie Harries for editing them images to make us look delish!