Meanwhile, in downtown Jozi...
Photo by Alastair Mclachlan
On Wednesday there was absolutely no sign of the previous day's snowfall, but it was still bitterly cold...
Then on Thursday 9th August (Women’s Day here in SA), we went to Audi Centre Northcliff and signed an offer to purchase a new Audi A1 Sportback (to replace the Range Rover Sport, which we are in the process of selling privately). The model I've ordered is the 1.4 TFSI Ambition 6-speed manual, in 'glacier white'. Identical to the one in the pics below. How beautiful!?
Later that afternoon, after a full day of eating out and shopping (sheesh, who doesn't love a public holiday!?), I got Goran, who is not quite 18-months old (adjusted age) to stand against a little growth chart we came across. He measured in at just over 80cm tall, and I think it's going to be interesting to see how he progresses over the next six months, as you can usually predict someone's adult height by doubling the number on their second birthday.
On Saturday I went along to a Women’s Day Picnic, organised by my mate Jessica, in the huge garden behind the (new) premises of her über cute Pin Ups Hair Studio. Apart from the looong drive out to Benoni (original stomping ground of one Charlize Theron), and the continual gusts of August wind that made any attempts at looking groomed and poised null and void (I should’ve worn a damn hat), it really was the most fantastic gathering. A fab platform for female owners of small businesses to promote their products and services, and a lovely unpretentious environment for networking and making new friends.
Apart from the dozen or so charming fleamarket-type stalls, selling everything from jewellery and cupcakes to sex toys and handbags, the highlights for me were a tongue-in-cheek burlesque performance by Miss Oh!, and an inspiring talk by local artist and motivational speaker Jessica Webster. In 2006, the then-25-year-old was shot in an armed robbery and paralysed from the waist down. But that sure as shit didn’t kill her spirit, and she has gone on to achieve amazing things: from three critically acclaimed solo exhibitions, to (currently in the process of) writing her PhD, and learning to walk again. Gone is the wheelchair, and in three years from now she says she wants to be mobile without the crutches. A truly humbling encounter indeed.
Above: Jessica, owner of Pin Ups
Above: Jessica Webster
Below: Cerberus as the Devouring and Entangling Aspect of the Prima Materia, by Jessica Webster (2009) - oil paint and wax on canvas
Above: An ancient pic of my cuzzie Alouise and me (lying on the pony), wearing a Scandinavian-style hoodie my mom knitted for me, circa 1977
Below: Goran wearing the exact same hoodie. Can I have a hell yeah for pucker vintage, darling!
This weekend I turn 38. If you had told me twenty years ago - a first-year design student in the grip of a crippling identity crisis, running around in a haphazard, undiagnosed, unmedicated haze - that I would not only live to see my 38th birthday, but that I would actually be happy, healthy, married, and a mom to boot, I would've collapsed laughing. Amazing how things turn out. And how much there is to live for. Although I've made a lot of mistakes, I also have a lot to be proud of, and I certainly have no regrets. My new goal is to be a published novelist before my 40th birthday. Which means, once again, that I will be trying to take a hiatus from this blog, in order to focus on my research and my writing.
Until we meet again...so long, and thanks for all the fish!