Solange

 I just love Solange her Fashion style is so old school yet vintage and ethnic at the same time.A definite risk taker when it comes to Fashion, she always makes a bold statement , I love her.

2011

As the year draws to an end I’m confronted with all that I have endured this year, may I add it hasn’t been the easiest year of my existence. It has been a rollercoaster ride one thing became evident “Hard work doesn’t always pay off”, its all about Gods timing. I think I particularly struggled with sphere in my life because I’m such a goal orientated being who loves knowing what is going to happen next. I love to plan, without a plan I feel lost. This year I cried enough tears to fill up the Indian Ocean. It was a hard year, but I’m still standing. Earlier this year I took the decision to spend more time with myself and do introspection of who I was and why I was created, it really was one of the best decisions I took. It warmed my heart opened my horizon to what I could achieve and all that lies before me.  I meet some beautiful people this year, built friendships I would defiantly want to take to the grave. I got to see Asa perform live, a breath taking and moving experience. Her talent is rare and raw very few will live to be this great. I’m looking forward to next year though, I have a good feeling about it, I continue to dream, this year’s tribulation will not hamper who I am to become.

Look fabulous for less

I absolutly  love vintage clothing like you cannot imagine this a look was inexpensive to achieve yet giving you the x-factor
white top- it was moms dnt remeber how much it cost
blue yop - this also belonged to mom
pants -R150 pink Parsley Campus square
bag- birthday gift from Bridget
Shoes-R120 from Mr Price
Scarf -R25 from China city
belt- R5 Salavtion Army

Going The Extra Mile

As I blog this my little sister “ok she isn’t little she is 20 years old, but she always be little in my eyes “is stranded in Cape Town. She is visiting a friend and they missed the bus stop, so the bus was going around in circles with them while they were trying to figure out where to get off. They both didn’t have airtime so she bbm’s me asking for an airtime transfer so they could call someone to come meet them at the bus stop. Vodacom services are down, so in a state of frenzy I call the one person I thought could help me but they sleeping and they don’t seem bothered to even find out what is going on. I can’t call mom because she’s is going to freak out so bad she would probably not allow us to go anywhere out the province alone.  Is it ok for me to say I’m hurt? It is as if someone is clinching and squeezing out blood from my heart. It hurts. This is my little sister she means the world to me, and I’m just asking you to drive to the garage and get her airtime. I then sit alone and cry my eye balls out because if it were me I would move mountains , swim the deepest ocean to help someone I cared about, but then I’m reminded we all not the same. I pray about it and by the time they get off the sun hasn't completely set so they able to make their way back home safely. Sometimes I want to change this about myself, how I can give whole heartedly and expect nothing in return but the one time you need a favour people aren’t bothered. So many horrid scenarios where being played in my head as to what to could happen to them , how I could lose her , and how I would never forgive myself if I did. We may fight, not see eye to eye from time to time but we were carried in the same womb we share a connection only we understand. I listen to Feist -lonley lonley and the song just brings a sense of peace to my soul and an emance feeling of everything is ok, thank God she arrived safely.