Friday, July 23, 2010

sew wonderful

Two blogs that are my current inspiration.

First one: The sew weekly.

"By the end of 2010, I hope to have a closet filled only with clothes that I have sewn myself (with a few exceptions). This project began in Fall of 2009 but I began documenting it in January 2010. The Sew Weekly is all about my attempt to meet that goal by sewing something, well, weekly."

Here are some of my favourites from the blog:

You can check out her blog here

Second one is Tilly and the buttons- "a love affair with stitching". Her blog is fantastic and interesting and filled with old fashions.

Here are some of her lovely creations:

View her blog here

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Monday, July 19, 2010

Candice Tripp

When I was a youngen I used to do browney's and dancing with a girl named Candice Tripp. We lost touch, ended up going to the same high school but never spoke in the hallways or ever again for that matter. She's now a well-established artist living in London and her stuff is brilliant. Brilliant.

"Tripp’s work resonates with an innocence that steers clear of societal commentary, choosing instead to youthfully represent childish scenarios with a grown-up twist. Working predominantly in oil and ink, her subject matter is cast into negative space, illustrating just an instance of a narrative with only the title hinting towards a bigger picture Without any formal training Tripp started exhibiting her paintings in early 2007; her plans to go to university were interrupted when she booked her first solo show in April that year."

go here to see more

Friday, July 16, 2010

Janelle Monae

she's beautiful. and i admire her style. a lot.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

some snaps!

My sugar snaps are-a-growin'

The R5 store in Fish Hoek sells everything! Not everything is R5 though.

The best and most perfect looking cappuccino i've tasted thus far. The meeting place in Simons town

This cyclist must have the old people of Muizenberg up in arms

Saturday, July 10, 2010

pleased as punch

Bought this apartheid era waterpainting for 20 buckaroos! what a flippin' steal. I really like it.


The revamped Labia in St. James is grrrreat. The art gallery upstairs is even grrrrrrreater.

what i've seen lately


The antique shop in kalkbay with the giant bear dustbin outside has the coolest photos at the back of the shop that aren't for sale. I could sit for hours looking through them.

Friday, July 9, 2010

warms the cockles of my heart.

My dad who I haven't seen for 6 months because of work sacrifices he makes so that my family can have the life we do sent me an email and ended it with, "love you with a passion".

knowing that a baby marrow is a fruit is knowledge. not putting it in your fruit salad is wisdom.

It was 6:10 on a friday night. I was waiting for the train at obs station. I saw a familiar face walk my way. "hello" they said as they walked by, "hello, how are you" I replied? "Good thanks" they said as they continued past. They returned for conversation a few minutes later and they over the years had turned into a she, who I didn't recognise. However the old her, the one I'm more familiar with raised her ugly head every now and then throughout conversation.

5 years ago I had labelled her with "wouldn't amount to very much". She's a lecturer now, studied at UCT and has a baby. She assures me that the baby's father and her, whilst madly in love won't be getting married- she proudly announces she's a commitment phobe. I assured her this can't be the case because she's given birth to another human being and has committed herself to its life. Surely? "Don't get my wrong, I'm a fantastic mom but sometimes the kid just really annoys me."

The conversation moved swiftly onto me. Grand. "Oh I never thought you'd go the computers route". "I didn't" I replied, "I write for the internet"."What about a boyfriend?" My most hated question. There's a point where I often just shut down in conversations. It's where wrongfully I have made an assumption about a person and could no longer be bothered to speak to them as its a waste of the precious air I breath. That point was now as she proceeded to explain to me why I'm not in a relationship, or rather deduce from her infinate wisdom the reason for my bridget jones-esqueness.

Anything she had to say after that was a blur.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Quote from a letter from Tzarina to tzar nicholas before they were both executed.
"I love you. In these three words is my life."