Home is Where the Heart Is

October 17, 2017 | No Comments
Brunch at the Bay Harbour Market

I can’t believe it’s been almost two years since we moved here from Joburg. But in a way I CAN believe it too. Because I can honestly say that it’s taken me this long to really feel settled. When we first moved, everyone asked how the kids were doing. Hmm? The kids are doing just fine thank you, they’re very adaptable little things.

My husband adapted pretty quickly too, because he’s from here after all, so he can participate in all of those Southern Suburbs conversations where everyone asks what school you want to;). But me – it took a little longer. I’m an investor in people, a slow burn, rather than a quick blaze. I don’t make friends fast, it takes a little while. And I’m okay with that. Continue Reading…


Your Make Up Fairy Godmother

October 13, 2017 | 8 Comments

There are tween girls that know more about make up than me. I’m ashamed to say that my make up bag is full of free samples I got on the front of magazines. I don’t own eye shadow. And I only recently discovered eyebrow pencil. In fact, I’m so unconfident with applying make up that I’ve kind of given up on trying anything at all (although I watch with envy when other people experiment, have fun and look GORGEOUS). But enough is enough. Because although I’ll always lean towards the natural look, I want to be able to make the most of my features, and I don’t want to always be this clueless. I’m nearly 40 for heaven’s sake. Continue Reading…


Seven Years

October 10, 2017 | 31 Comments

Today was busy. Aren’t all days though? I didn’t actually realise what the date was until late in the afternoon when I went on to my calendar to look at the details of a meeting. And then I realised: The 10th. Of the 10th. It has been seven years since the day when we lost you.

Many emotions came along with that realisation. Firstly guilt, that I’d taken so long in the day to remember. Then flashbacks of the days before you died: your call out of pain, your collapse on to the floor, me lying next to you in your bed, holding your hand, looking into your eyes, lying and telling you it would all be okay, while we waited for the ambulance to come.

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