We've Lost it!

My lovely sister and I have started another blog! In her case it's an entirely plausible enterprise since she's very good at her updates (click and see!) I on the other hand, well this could be a bit of a challenge, but lets kick it off!

There is the chance that I may have lost it, thinking I can write for two blogs when I more regularly skip blog posts than actually post them.

Another thing I'm hoping to lose this month, besides my mind,  is weight! I decided this would be an appropriate topic for Pots & Pantyhose since it's something that even the most confident of us seem to worry about.

Am I thin enough? Can I pull off that kind of outfit? Does my bum look big in this? (It's a cliche men like to throw at us because it's true. Damn them.)

SURE! Worry about this stuff just a little. Try to eat healthily in general and you'll avoid the panic that my sister and I fall into every now and then (read about our diet adventure here), but don't worry about it too much.

No one likes that girl who verbally gabs on about what she's eating, how fat she is, or how she has to go to the gym or she feels simply huge. I was recently trapped at a table full of these women at a wedding and seriously considered poking my eye out. Especially as I was and probably still am twice their size. 

Besides... seriously? At a wedding? What are you people gastronomical masochists?

Here's an example of what we're aiming for – Curves! 

& please note that the pin up versions are just that tad bustier and a smidgen thinner in the waist. Aim for the figures on the left please – evil "photoshopping" has existed for ages!

via A Study of Feminine Beauty

1996

• Happily married & living with her husband in the US - A place she used to talk about so often at lunch time.

• Newly married and saving the world one brilliantly bold Kushn at a time!

• Engaged and just premiered an amazing documentary.

• Followed her heart overseas & broke our's by leaving us all too young.

• Recent home owner, kitten cuddler and constantly absorbed by the internet.


But I'll always remember us as 5 girls, sitting on the school field, eating our lunch and plotting our lives, loves & futures.
1996 changed me because of the friends that I'd add to my life that year.

Fun fact: At least 3 of us actually became what we'd always joked about.
The US resident, the Artist livening up the mother city, the Film-maker are all here...
Now I just need to start wearing more tie-dye so that the hippy can join the party

Things my Ouma said

There are two things which I very clearly remember my Ouma saying.

1. "My kind, jy het so 'n kleeeeein hartjie..."
It's not that she was saying I have a tiny unfeeling heart (Afrikaans can be mildly confusing some times) she was commenting on how sensitive I could be about everything.
I was a very awkward looking pre-teen. Sticks and stones break & all, but sometimes words CAN hurt people and I was always so hurt by silly things unthinking people said.
But hey... it could have also been a comment on how I cried for adverts and Dawie die Kabouter episodes all through the years. OK, it was most likely that...

Regardless, she was the one person that first got it through to me that it is what's on the inside that counts towards making you a happy person and can bring others happiness. Sure it is great to be nice to look at and it does open a million doors for people not necessarily worthy of adoration...
but it's when people get to know you and really see who you're trying to become that they'll come to love you.

2. The other thing was "always wash your own underwear". Definitely a more simple message, but still... when you really think about it... really good advice! No really! Think about it!

I often think about and miss her terribly. I would have loved to grow up to be like her - full of poise and grace - but we can't all be the same and I like to think that at the very least she'd be entertained by the notions that swim through my brain and the words that often run out unfiltered as I think aloud. And maybe also she'd have a chuckle at how I still fall over and whack my funny bones on EVERYTHING. I think I've actually turned out quite similar to how she would have expected... and that makes me quite happy.

{My Oupa on the other hand said things like "Ag gaan skyt jy!" and "Word jou gat nie a bietjie vet nie?" and "Come Keyna... come count my toes!"  I have had some colourful family members in my tree and I'm very grateful for it.}

(wtf) What the force?!?

Yesterday I got stuck in traffic for 2hours on the way to work. Bad huh?
I thought so. Till today when I got stuck for 3hours!

ONE thing cheered me up as I tried to calm down and NOT injure myself or the next person who forced their way onto an entirely congested highway...the fact that it's INTERNATIONAL STAR WARS DAY!
Man, was I wishing for the Millenium Falcon to swing by and rescue me off that N1...

When I got to work this motivational poster was waiting for me.

Bless you Master Yoda... I will try to remember your words when my rage feels like it's going to start leaking out of my mouth

Yoda: Control, control, you must learn control!