Our Own Little Xmas Tree

I've finally gotten 'round to posting the pictures.

Here is our purple-and-silver-decorated tree.

Only one day and a bit and then Santa is coming! Tres exciting. I'm really hoping I'll find Robert Pattinson or Taylor Lautner under the tree. Have been hinting all year!

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No feeling the inner Christmas cheer this year

It's almost 5pm (a normal working person's time to go home, but not mine) and I'm sitting at the office slowly losing all my Christmas cheer. It's one thing to work right up until 24th Dec (12:00) stay tuned as this time may be extended, but to know that you're going to stress of the Christmas holidays about work is the final straw. And I really think I've had enough.

I'm looking around the office and i'm the only one here in the account management department...starting to think I've been dealt the short-hand. Don't mean to go all Grinch-like on the blog, but a change needs to happen, Im not hapy anymore (with work that is).

On a good note, I'm hopig to go home sometime soon and watch a Christmassy movie with Green Eyes in our very Christmassy lounge, maybe pour myself a christmassy sized drink.

If we don't chat again, I hope you are having a better time than I am and catch you after Christmas.

Merry Christmas

B.E.

Is there anything more annoying...

...than someone who uses more than one punctuation mark after a sentence.

Seriously, one exclamation mark gives the phrase or statement enough emphasis.

Adding triple question marks at the end does not make it any more of a query.

Learn your grammar bitches!

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Happy Holidays!

Skinny Bitches will be going on leave so we'll be posting intermittently. Hope everyone has a faboosh festive season.

Happy Holidays Bitches!

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Monday's Mantra

This week is all that stands between me and the holidays.
I believe in the true meaning of public holidays...sleep.
I'm addicted to bagels with cream cheese.
I wish I was on holiday along with everyone else.
I'm jealous of people who know what they want for lunch. Have stared at the menu for 10 minutes and nothing.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week If I Could Turn Back Time

Things I've Realised...

...I ♥ Cape Town and am so lucky to live here. Not sure whether it's the weather, the beautiful people, the vibe in Long Street, the 80s partie, Charley's Bakery or sundowners at La Med. This is where I belong.

...No matter who it belongs to, ass crack is never a good look.

...Having a latte is great. Having the Vida guys send you a latte (with one sweetner already added) because you're such a good client is awesome and can change your day.

...That squeaky noise my car is making is not good.

...A little bit of holly and fairy lights make a flat feel very christmassy.

...I'm really lucky to have a flatmate who gets me. Whether it be my love for boyband music, the need to watch Love Actually over and over again or the fact that I don't have to share my bag of crisps because we both got our own is awesome.

...No matter what anyone tells you, if your job involves receiving gift bags at the end of it, its definitely glam.

Have a great day bitches!

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Monday's Mantra

This week is going to be a long one.
I believe a pair of new shoes can make all the difference.
I'm addicted to chic-lit.
I wish Santa would drop some extra moolah down the chimney this year.
I'm jealous of people with cash in their pockets.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Don't Stand So Close To Me

Grumble, Grumble

Is it just me or does it seem like everyone has their perfect job and they just love boasting about it. I know they're not really boasting about it and even if they are, I shouldn't begrudge them.

If I had my perfect job you can bet my Twitter update would be all about me being a princess. FYI, my ideal job is really to become a princess. Realistically it's to be a journalist.

It's probably just the Monday blues or my coworkers annoying the hell out of me. Some people need a serious lesson on personal space. I have mine, you have yours, they should not meet. But it's been one of those down days. I couldn't even find the energy to comment on other blogs. And that is like one of the things I look forward to the most.

I'm no doctor but I am prescribing listening to the Hairspray soundtrack on my way home. No one stays mad whilst listening to You Can't Stop The Beat. Then I think a trip to Woolies is in order. I'm thinking prawn chips or one of those fat free milkshakes. Finally I'm going to put on my pajamas and watch Glee.

I'm already feeling better.

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Monday's Mantra

This week is full of fabulous event.s
I believe I will start to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm addicted to Brothers & Sisters season 3.
I wish that light would come a little sooner.
I'm jealous of my niece for gets to go to the beach for a school outing while I work.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week This Little Light Of Mine.

Monday's Mantra - New Moon Edition

This week I will stalk the New Moon male cast.
I believe I'm too old to be perving over Taylor Lutner.
I'm addicted to Jacob Black's well-defined body.
I wish we didn't have to wait a whole year for the next movie.
I'm jealous of Bella, that ungrateful B%$&!
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week I Don't Care if Monday's Blue.

Have you guys seen the movie yet?

I'm Going To Tell You A Secret...

It's no secret I just heart PostSecret. And now I've found something even better, French PostSecret. Obviously I had to turn on the translations. What I found when I did though, was surprising.

Some of the secrets are heart wrenchingly sad whilst others made my grin ear to ear.

Here are some of my favourites....

I want to die because I no longer believe in love.

On the subway I told you "You are very pretty." I was serious. I think you're the most beautiful person in the world.

I don't know what to do with these feelings.

I loved you from the first day. I think I will you forever.

Next German PostSecret!

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Things That I ♥ and Things That Bug Me - The Little Things Edition

Things That I ♥:

At the moment, nothing can beat a slice of crispy toast with a smooth layer of peanut butter and a latte for lunch. Munching on this while reading a Marian Keyes book is heaven. And a great way to relax when work is hard to handle.

Gossip Girl season three. Oh how I’ve missed Blair and Chuck. They really make the show. Serena’s okay but her outfits are a little slutty and she pulls this weird face when she’s trying to be all serious. And yeah for Hilary Duff! I totally loved Lizzie Maguire even though I was too old for it. But I couldn’t help it, the cartoon character was sooo cute. And I liked her platform sandals.

Christmas is around the corner. I am so excited to celebrate a Christmas in my own home. It’s definitely my favourite time of year. Everyone is happy and nice to each other. And I always get this warm, fuzzy feeling. I cannot wait to go shopping for the tree for the flat.

Finding the Cruel Intentions soundtrack when I thought I’d lost it. OMG, it is still as awesome as the first time I heard it.

Pringles…the salt ‘n’ vinegar flavour. Enough said.

Things That Bug Me

Grown-up mean girls. Seriously high school is over. Why do you have to say mean things to me to make you feel better. Can’t you just say it about a celebrity like the rest of us. You’re in your thirties so perhaps it’s time to grow up.

Not having the money to go shopping. An oldie but still a good one. I’m trying to save for Christmas presents so as a result, there are no new clothes or shoes this month.

My horoscope not making sense. Are good things on the way? I know it’s the person’s job to be cryptic but a little bit of a hint wouldn’t hurt.

Not having any more episodes of Glee. I need to know what happens next.

Creepy guys. Enough said.

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Monday's Mantra

This week is all about having faith.
I believe a latte can improve a Monday.
I'm addicted to Gossip Girl Season 3.
I wish I could go shopping.
I'm jealous of anyone who gets to kiss Chuck Bass.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the Week Cos I gotta have faith, faith, faith!

An Open Letter...

I usually write these to people (famous and real) who either bug me like you wouldn't believe or those who make my heart all happy. This time, however, I feel I need to write one to myself.

I, like most other people, have a voice of reason inside my head. I, like most other people, chose to ignore it. This time I am listening...

The cheating on the diet needs to stop. You cannot go to gym and then reward yourself with a cheeseburger. We both know you didn't work out that long. Rather save the cheating for when you have just been paid and suddenly have so much money you want to waste it all on sweets. Or do it when someone at work is mean to you or you got cut off in traffic. Cos after those incidents who is going to begrudge you a chocolate or a packet of salt and vinegar crisps. If you work hard, it won't even be cheating, it'll be a reward.

The money thing. Yes, you're good that you always pay off your credit card, your rent and you put money aside for petrol. But all that left over money should be going into a savings account or investment pieces like a new bed or a deposit for a new car. You do not need to get lattes every morning. Yes, they are delicious. Yes, the Vida guys call you princess. It's not worth it. Getting lattes everyday just means you'll be spending more time at home with an empty fridge and no money to go out, watching SATC on repeat.

You can not pull off mini-skirts. You can rock dresses and low-cut things. Your boobs are great, they are the things that should be exposed. But those thighs are better left under a wrap dress or covered by bright stockings.

Christopher Bailey is gay. He will never love you. Stop. The. Obsession.

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Monday's Mantra

This week is about deciphering those cryptic clues.
I believe happiness can be brought about with some good music.
I'm addicted to House and munching on NikNaks.
I wish life could be one big musical. Mamma Mia anyone?
I'm jealous of no one this week.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Some things I cannot change. But until I try, I'll never know

Bloc Party - The Prayer

Still one of my all time fav songs.

Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine them all

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle
I will outshine them all

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies throb in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what s mine

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle
I will outshine them all

Have a great weekend bitches!

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Something To Lift The Mood

Something Dexter sent me (originally from here):

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Running in Heels?

The job woes are coming through again. I’m starting to feel sad and unfulfilled in my current job. I’ve also started a list of things I’d do for a job at a magazine. Let me tell you the list is long. One thing not on that list is, “…would enter a reality TV show”. Don’t get me wrong, who doesn’t love The Hills or Project Runway but I don’t believe me running around in heels while I try and impress an ice queen editor is going to get me the job of my dreams.

In the fashion of Running in Heels and Stylista, South Africa will be starting its own reality TV show called Style Apprentice where the winner will receive a paid internship, a new wardrobe, a laptop, cellphone and all the right accessories. As per any reality show, the contestants will battle it out on camera. (Read more about it here).

All of this sounds great but will somehow it doesn’t sit well with me. In past experience, you always seem to need a good back story or really bitchy tendencies to compete in a reality show. While I can be a bitch, the rest of me is pretty boring and I’ll probably have to make it up to appeal to the viewers. Which might get ratings but there goes my credibility. Also this malarkey about the contestants being housed together while they compete it out, so not for me. If I’m competing for a job with six other girls, I’m going to need my own place. Particularly somewhere where I can go and cry after a hard day of sourcing clothes and answering phones.

Nevertheless this for some reason just doesn’t appeal to me. I know where I want to be and am trying to get there but this does not seem like the way. Any thoughts?

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Working For The Weekend

When the weather’s good (and you’ve just been paid), weekends tend to be fabulous. This weekend was one of those. On Saturday, with the gym being firmly ignored, we went to try out the new Lazari in the Cape Quarter. For some reason, breakfast is always better when you get an outside table and are surrounded by some beautiful people.

Then it was off to my niece’s birthday party. When it comes to kids, I always thought I’d had two, a girl named Boleyn and a boy called Conor. They’d be ridiculously good looking and smart and Boleyn wouldn’t have the hair problems I have to endure. I’d also send them to one of those uber posh schools and they’d learn five languages and do a collection of extra-curricular activities. Witnessing 25 kids high on sugar, dressed up for Halloween and fighting over cupcakes was enough to put that fantasy to rest. In the end though, aided by good food and lots of champagne, we managed to have a good time. This good time was spent behind a closed door, away from the noise and watching the 5^th season of The Office.

Later that night, after some serious prepping, we headed out for some boy hunting. We decided that instead of complaining that no one loves us, we would be brave and make them love us. In other words, we would actually go up to guys and make the first move. This was a lot easier after we finished a bottle of champers and put on Wonder bras. The venue in question was The Dubliner, known to all of Cape Town as an awesome place to get drunk and dance to old music. This is also now known as boy hunting ground. Most of the patrons are foreign, which is great if you’re a sucker for accents. We danced the night away and then got kicked out when the lights came on and the last round was served. They say dancing is a good workout. Judging by the pain in my legs, we must have done the marathon equivalent. It shouldn’t be this hard to climb stairs. I’m hoping a gym session later will help.

Other highlights include an amazing steak lunch, some episodes of House and a party pack from Saturday’s party. Those were reason enough to go to a child’s birthday party!

Hope everyone else had a good one.

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Monday's Mantra

This week the confidence is soaring.
I believe in settings goals and achieving them (well for this week at least).
I’m addicted to spinach and feta pie.
I wish he calls.
I’m jealous of anyone who gets close to Bradley Cooper. The boy is delish.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Old Time Rock ‘n Roll

I Am Loving This Ad

I saw the following ad on Cherryflava and just had to post the link.
It's about a guy who is desperate to get Eva Mendes' phone number. The ending is the best bit!

Enjoy!

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The Best Films of All Time Vs. The Best Chick Flicks

Blue Eyes and I decided we were going to get one of those 101 lists of movies you have to watch before you die. Then we got sidetracked and decided we'd better start small and actually start a list we can finish. The result was a list of the 50 best chick flicks. The list was on a TV show a while back but we never noted the movies. Now I have a list below and it looks like this (the Xs are the ones I've seen):

50-Sweet Home Alabama X
49-Mystic Pizza X
48-Mean Girls X
47-Bring It On X
46-10 Things I Hate About You X
45-Waiting To Exhale
44-Father Of The Bride X
43-How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days X
42-Never Been Kissed X
41-Chocolat
40-Splash
39-A League Of Their Own X
38-Moonstruck
37-The Bridges of Madison County
36-Untamed Heart
35-St. Elmo's Fire X
34-Muriel's Wedding X
33-Wedding Crashers X
32-Pretty In Pink X
31-Friend Green Tomatoes
30-Romeo & Juliet X
29-My Big Fat Greek Wedding X
28-First Wives Club X
27-Joy Luck Club
26-Notting Hill X
25-Wedding Planner X
24-Clueless X
23-Bodyguard X
22-Sixteen Candles X
21-Four Weddings & A Funeral X
20-Pride & Prejudice X
19-Working Girl
18-Love Actually X
17-My Best Friends Wedding X
16-Jerry Maguire X
15-Legally Blonde X
14-Say Anything
13-The Way We Were
12-While You Were Sleeping X
11-Bridget Jone's Diary X
10-Thelma & Louise
9-The Notebook X
8-Terms Of Endearment
7-Ghost X
6-Dirty Dancing X
5-Sleepless in Seattle
4-When Harry Met Sally
3-Steel Magnolias X
2-Pretty Woman X
1-Beaches X

That's a total of 35, I think, I did Standard Grade Maths ;).

So we don't have too many to catch up on unlike the other list where I expect a much bigger number (more on that later in the week).

How many of you seen?

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And I Said What About Breakfast At Tiffanys...

Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean red, you mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure.
Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there.

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Wishful Thinking

Blue eyes is doing this great thing where she is going to be positive for the whole week. She’s also not going to be guilted in working later when everyone else goes home. And she’s not going to complain. I wish I could do the same.

The truth is, I actually am a positive person. I constantly believe good things are on their way. This is not to do with me just having faith but also when things are pretty shitty you kinda have to hope that they can never get worse.

And this morning, despite it being a Monday, I was still pretty chipper and set about my day. I would still be peachy keen if it weren’t for some of the people I work with. This is not the career path I imagined nor is it one I really like. Hell, it’s not even a career. It’s something I do until the my ship comes in (see that faith there).

That however does not give you people the right to treat me like your personal assistant and dogsbody. It’s not the work you want me to do, if it’s in my job description I will do it gladly. It’s the way you ask me. Or as I’ve noticed lately, the way you demand of me. I may be lower in terms of hierarchy and definitely in salary but I still matter. You don’t have to be overly nice to me, you don’t have to even like me but you do have to have some courtesy.

Also if you borrow my stapler, punch, glue or pair of scissor. Put them back. Jeez louise. Nothing is more bugging when I have to do a trek around the entire office to find my shit. And to the person, you know who you are, when I ask about it, please do not feign surprise. We both know it was you and your acting skills are nothing to write home about.

Okay, now that that moany cow session is over, I think I’m going to join Blue Eyes in Postive Land.

Have a great week bitches.

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The Best Part...

The best part about moving out is returning home to your parents house. All of a sudden you get treated like the prodigal son. Not only are the meals and a well-stocked fridge but also you get to watch hours of endless trashy TV, browse the internet for free and get your washing done. And then, you get to take food home with you. It was amazing!

I cannot believe I left it this late to move out!

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Monday's Mantra

This week I will think nothing but positive thoughts.
I believe in faith, trust and pixie dust.
I'm addicted to watching TV series on DVD.
I wish I could go home, get into bed and watch Glee.
I'm jealous of people who have already been paid.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week "It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to respond. That was rhetorical ;)"

Woe Is Me

Sorry for the lack of updates, I’m not feeling very motivated lately. I am feeling kinda down but I don’t want to hang all those upsets on you. So I decided rather not post the “I have a cold sore and look like Elephant Man’s sister” entry. That last part is true. Not only have I learned how superficial I am (very by the way) but I have been avoiding all good looking men and social events.

The weather lately has been absolutely fantastic. Even a hint of sun makes things better. I have never been able to distinguish on whether I’m a winter or summer person. I love dressing up in boots and stockings in winter but nothing beats a sundress and kaftan. Right now I’m a total summer person. Let’s hope the fabulous weather continues.

In other news I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be mistaken for Kate Moss or Sienna Miller. Boho chic and lithe-looking will never be my forte. I have decided to embrace my body shape. My new idol is Joan from Mad Men. If you haven’t watched it yet you need to, just for her quips. She is totally rocking the curves and shows you can still be a skinny bitch with boobs.

I also feel I need a change. I’m thinking something safe along the lines of a haircut but maybe will include a colour. That is if my bank balance allows it. I’m not sure what happened this month but I think I was robbed. I’m so broke, I feel like a student all over again. Anything else, cost-effective I could try that could be life-changing?

Enjoy the rest of your week. Almost Friday!

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Monday's Mantra

This week, the sun is in the sky. Hurrah!
I believe as long as there are reasons for dresses and sunglasses, things will be okay.
I'm addicted to full-fate, sugar-loaded coke. Much better than the diet version.
I wish I could eat like a guy, not caring about calories and not putting on kilos.
I'm jealous of the two ladies in my office jetting off to Zanzibar soon.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Sun is in the sky, why oh why would I want to be anywhere else.

Dear Salary...

Please come back to stay with me.
You left in such a rush.
I didn't even have time to tell you about my plans.

I'm sorry about what I did.
I promise I'll be good next time.
Love you will all my debts...

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*From a super cute email the Sports Fan sent me. Have a great weekend!

Something I heard on the radio

On the way home yesterday I heard something interesting on the radio. Can't remember whether it was the Dj, a guest on the show or an advert that drew my attention, but he/she/it said the following:

If you had to sell your life on e-bay, would you bid for it and how much would you pay?

Don't you think that's a pretty good question to ask yourself.

I would have to answer yes to me bidding for my own life, but Im just not too sure how much im willing to pay for it. Some days I would pay through my teeth, other days I would pay someone else just to have it. Or maybe I would pay for parts of it and others I wouldn't. Let's see, I'd pay highly for my friends and family, average for my looks, less for my body, high for my flat, semi high for my social life, average for my work, absolute nil for banks and car debt, pay nil again for my love life. I suppose it's a good way to break your life into little pieces tpo see where improvement is needed.

So here's my mini challenge to everyone. I'd like to know if you would bid for your life and how much you would pay for it. Could get quite interesting.

B.E.

Award Season

My new obsession, apart from trying to find the perfect pair of gladiator sandals, is makeup. I have always worn makeup. Then I met two very special beauty therapists at my previous job and found out exactly how much one can do with makeup. Considering my new obsession, I am now besotted with makeup blogs. I’m loving the reviews, the trials and the opinions of bloggers. And frankly anyone who can use liquid eyeliner without smudging deserves a gold star in my book. I am still struggling. So thanks to all of you who have enlightened me with your makeup blogs. Keep on rocking!

So it is with great delight that I found out Skinny Bitches was nominated for an award. We love awards! And by a fabulous beauty blogger no less. (Go check out Eliza…her blog is faboosh).

Now here is what I have to do. Thank the person (Eliza, you rock) and then name 7 things that people might find interesting. I am also supposed to tag other blogs but I am very indecisive and cannot decide who gets what. So this once, if you feel you deserve the award, Gorgeous Blogger by the way, you can claim it!

*My ideal dinner party guests would include Madonna, Perez Hilton, Henry Cavill (just to look at, he doesn’t need to talk) and Carrie Bradshaw.

*I can fold my tongue in a weird shape. I used to think it was cool until someone told me it freaks them out. I feel like I have a superpower.

*My favourite X-men is Gambit.

*Whenever I wear new or pretty underwear I have an urge to show and tell people. I have been warned this is not appropriate behaviour particularly when at work or with a guy who is not gay. This makes me want to do it even more.

*I have sent through a postcard to Postsecret. It has yet to show up there. But I have identified with many of the secrets on there.

*I find numerous ways to say the phrase “crack-a-lacking” in conversations. I have even commandeered discussions so I can use it. I need help I know.

*I am thinking of deleting friends from Facebook if they keep on sending Farmville requests. If you're trying to avoid word, can't you be like me and blog rather ;)

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Monday's Mantra*

*Just a heads up, the mantra is written by two different skinny bitches who apparently have different work environments and Mondays. Bearing this is mind will help make the MM make more sense. Otherwise you will be forgiven for thinking that this post was written by Jekyll and Hide

This week, no matter the crappy weather, I will be happy.
I believe I will blow a fuse by the end of the day.
I'm addicted to happiness. Well, I'm going to fake it.
I wish my blood pressure would drop to a normal level.
I'm jealous I will be positive.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week I Want To Break Free

My Worst Nightmare

In light of my love for Eric from The Little Mermaid, I was tres sad when I saw this post on Hurricane Vanessa. What if Disney princes were gay. I was sad then I couldn't stop laughing. I could totally see theses pictures of the cover of Attitude magazine.

Enjoy!

Prince Eric

Aladdin

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An Open Letter...(Musical Addition)

To the people involved in the Fame remake. I absolutely loved the original. It was gritty, it was real and it still had dancing. Any movie with any type of dance sequence is automatically placed in my Top 100. I saw the trailer for the new version and felt a bit queasy. Were they going to take my beloved Bruno, Coco and Leroy and turn it into High School Musical. (Ps. I heart HSM. I just didn’t want Fame to become a carbon copy). Skinny Bitches went to see the movie last night and I can report back that we are okay with it. It wasn’t HSM but it wasn’t Fame either. Yeah for Debbie Allen. Yeah for Karen from Will & Grace. And a big yeah for the hot boys. Much needed. But what happened to the street dancing? Leg warmers and my absolute favourite part of the original, when the graduating class sing The Body Electric. Also you can lose the Jenny character. Can you say bugging. A good movie but missing some crucial bits. If remakes continue like this what is going to happen to my adored Footloose.

To the people who wrote You Can’t Stop The Beat. Thanks for making the happiest song ever. Yes it’s totally cheesy and I’ll never know all the words. But whenever I hear it I smile and have to dance. Kudos.

To the Hollywood executives. Please whatever other remakes you do, do not touch Sound of Music. For me there will be no other Maria, no other Captain Von Trapp and definitely no other Liezel and the Nazi in the gazebo. If you must and I mean absolutely must remake it, will you please keep the Lonely Goat Herd sequence. Everyone loves singing puppets.

To the Mamma Mia! peeps. I am still not happy about James Bond singing ABBA songs. But I have learnt to deal. I am unhappy about you guys leaving out The Name of the Game and Under Attack. And I do believe there were much more shirtless hotties in the stage production. Not sure if you can bring out a re-mastered version but see what you can do.

To Hans Christian Anderson. Thanks. If you hadn’t written the Little Mermaid and if Disney hadn’t stolen it, I would never have heard the song Kiss The Girl. I can still watch it now and suddenly am feeling like my younger self. Happy. In love with Prince Eric. And totally dreaming to become a mermaid when I grow up.

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Coversations you gotta love

Today began as a good day, and then after lunch it all went wrong for me. Nothing major, just feeling a little bleh and headachy, plus I really don't need to be messed about right now. But then something happend that made me laugh. Green Eyes and I were having a regular e-mail conversation that I thought I'd share with you. Hopefully we're not the only one's who have conversations like these.

Prelude: Green Eyes and I decided we are going to watch Fame at the Waterfront tonight and couldn't decide on what to do for supper and so the conversion goes as follows (with a little editing):

GE: What do you want for supper? I just had soup and yoghurt all day. Didn’t feel like fruit. So am hungry and want a fabulous meal…what are you in the mood for?

BE: Ummmmmmm, Me also hungry. Lets make fish with a jacket potato and cheese?
Or do you have any ideas?

GE: I'm cool with that…
Had an idea, but it’s kinda fat kid so will have to save it for next time.
Next time we’re having baked potatoes with bacon bits…mmmmm!

BE: Ooohh no, that sounds good, I like it when u have Fat Kid ideas

GE: Thanks. They are some of my greatest!

Im off home now for my Fat Kid meal and then we're off to watch Fame.
Have a great evening Skinny Bitches

B.E.

Shopping, Style and A Return To Happiness

Last week was not a good week. But I am happy to report that the bad vibes are gone and I am feeling much better. For a start my skin is clearing up. Largely to these great products from the new Dermalogica range, Clean Start. They’re for teenage and young-adult skin. I might act like a teenager most of the time but my birth certificate states otherwise. I’m currently using the scrub and mask duo. It’s a-mazing! You apply it like a mask, let it set and then you wet your fingertips and massage it in and tada! It’s an exfoliating scrub. I’m also using the spot treatment and I’m hooked. If it was a guy I’d dedicate him cheesy love songs and write his name all over my notepad.

In other news, shopping played a major part in the past weekend. Both grocery and personal shopping. It’s really nice to have a well-stocked kitchen again after that bad week before you get paid. I take advantage of my mom and dad’s house a lot that week. On the shopping front, I really needed some new shoes. I was hoping to get a pair of gladiator heels for some summer loving. There is this Jimmy Choo pair that I absolutely love. And I found a local equivalent. But sadly they didn’t look as good. So I’m still on the hunt for those. In the meantime, I bought a cute pair of black peep-toes that I cannot wait to wear. I also bought a black Grecian dress. It’s long and flowy and makes “the girls” look amazing. Now I’m looking for some gold rope to create a make-shift belt.

Based on the trends in the shops, Grecian along with boho chic and the 80s will be huge. I don’t want to be a trend victim so I’m approaching these trends with caution. Especially after this past weekend. I walked into Jay-Jays hoping to construct the perfect hipster look. I do live in the city centre now, you know ;). I gravitated towards the coloured jeans, slogan tees, cardigans and wet look leggings. But then I found myself next to a group of 12 year-olds who were obviously doing the same. They were dressed head-to-toe in skinny jeans, converse shoes and tight tees. I swear if I looked in their bags, they would all have multi-coloured wayfarers. That was then I realized I was so not going to try and follow a trend. But rather incorporate a trend into my personal style. While I cannot pull off brightly coloured skinny jeans, I can rock skinny jeans with some killer heels. While every other hipster is sporting boyfriend cardigans and tights instead of pants, I will be donning a boyfriend cardi and a cute dress. What I lack in warfarers I will be making up in trilbys.

So far it’s been a good week. I’d rather it be weekend but I can deal till then. Hope everyone else is having a good one.

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That's How I Roll

I’ve mentioned my friend’s opinion platform blog, The Soapbox (where anyone can contribute) before. I have also contributed several articles.

For the past couple of weeks, I have been contributing a fashion page consisted of the best fashion news from around the web. To be honest I have just decided to take one of my favourite activities of reading fashion blogs and condensing it so I can share with others. (If you want to read it, it’s called What Kate Did and I update it at least once a week).

Last week I wrote about the model of the moment Sessilee Lopez. And I’m not sure how, but she found it and commented on it on her official blog.

I don’t mean to brag and stuff but this kinda makes us besties. That’s just how I roll.

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Monday's Mantra

This week is all about finding money between the sofa cushions.
I believe I'm going to stand up for myself.
I'm addicted to Will & Grace. Working my way through the series.
I wish choosing and outfit for work could be so much simpler.
I jealous of people who don't have 357 follow-up emails in their inbox.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the Week Dare You To Move

Suddenly...

... I feel so much better. I have my latte and I just got this email:



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Stroppy Cow

This has been one of those weird weeks where I don’t feel like myself. Something seems off. I have also been told countless times I look tired, pasty and unhappy. And yet I am not doing anything different. In fact I have had some discoveries.

Firstly I discovered that some cars can mount pavements and the drivers can park in spaces less than a minute away from their homes. Some cars try to mount the pavement, roll off, try again and then hear tyres being damaged. Then said car and its driver are forced to driver around for what seems like an eternity looking for another parking space. In the end it’s like you have parked in an entirely different suburb and then still have to make the pilgrimage to your flat. Can you guess which car I have.

I also found out which is worse, bad hair day, fat day and bad skin day. Bad hair days are manageable. So are fat days. But nothing can compare to a bad skin day. When your hair is going all wiggy, you can still wear a hat, attempt a chic chignon or do a messy pony tail. When you’re having a fat day, you can wear your period pants or a dress and at least look a little better. When you have a monster pimple on your face you lose all will to live. Or at least I do. It feels like people are constantly looking at chin and shuddering. My face, overnight, has become the poster child for anti-acne products. My poor concealer is working overtime.

I’m going to stop with the woe-is-me thing in a minute. Mostly because I hate when people call you tired when you’ve had a good eight hours sleep. But also because I’m going to treat myself to a Vida trip. I feel like I deserve a latte. Not that I ever needed a reason to have a coffee break before but it’s so much nicer when you “feel” like you have earned.

Have a great afternoon! It’s almost time for the weekend!

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Am I The Only One...

...who finds utterly annoying when coworkers come up to your desk, look at you and then knock on what seems to be an invisible door and then wait for you to say "Come in."

I wish I could cower behind said invisible door and pretend not to be in like I do when my mom's weird friends came to visit and she wasn't home.

What's even more annoying is when they ask after knocking "Anybody home?"

Jeez Louise.

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A Women's Right To Shoes

Isn’t it amazing that no matter how bad you are feeling, whether it be a bad hair day or a fat day, a little shopping does wonders for your self-esteem. Skinny Bitches hit the shops yesterday for some much-needed retail therapy. As our bank accounts do not reflect those as trust fund babies we were limited in what we could buy. Saying that, we still managed to get some fabulous stuff. Now the problem is, I’m really eager to go shopping again but I have to be a grownup about it.

Being a grownup means paying things like rent, utilities and credit card first. Then it’s the matter of putting your gym, groceries and petrol money aside. Then finally you’re left with what is a teeny tiny amount on which you’re meant to be a social butterfly and still look awesome in a new dress. Normally I’d forgo the new dress for going out more. I have a fabulous roomie who has a closet full of clothes I can borrow. And due to the fact I’m vertically challenged and she’s not, all her sexy tops can be worn as dresses. That means I have tripled the number of dresses at my disposal.

This month however I need to get some new shoes. I absolutely love the fact that a pair of shoes can make an outfit. I used to have really nice shoes. Now I sorta have nice shoes. You see I’m a firm believer in dressing up no matter the occasion (unless it’s the gym then I look fug). So everyday to work I wear something that takes more effort than pulling a pair of jeans and a the first t-shirt without stains on. And I always make an effort with my shoes. As a result my once pretty red stilettos, purple, pewter, navy blue, black, sparkly brown, baby pink, green, beige open toe, white, red peep-toe, red peep-toe with detail, black wedges, black pointy, black pointy with diamante, white with the ankle strap, black ankle boots, black knee-length boots, brown knee-length boots and black pointy with ankle ribbon ties are all damaged.

And I need new ones. Dilemma is, which ones do I get. I could get some new versions of the damaged kinds above but I feel I want to experiment. I’m loving the new-look gladiators. They aren’t as scary as the ones that came out a few years ago. And am also loving shoes with bits of details whether it be flowers or bows. Studs are also the hot thing right now. But I’m not sure I’m that kind of girl. More importantly I could never pull that off. I ventured to Net-A-Porter and found these beauties. Obviously there is no way I afford them but am hoping to find some local equivalents. What do you think?

Christian Louboutin

Rupert Sanderson

Valentino

Jimmy Choo

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Monday's Mantra*

This week I'm getting paid. Hurrah!
I believe payday is the best and worst day of the month.
I'm addicted to walking past the perfume shop so I can keep my Henry Cavill obsession going.
I wish Green Eyes would stop it with the denial, Henry Cavill is mine! (I wish Blue Eyes wasn't so delusional - Green Eyes).
I'm jealous of the woman who obviously has too much money because she can afford to ride a motorbike in Louboutins.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Total Eclipse of the Heart

* My new excuse for posting pictures of Henry Cavill (from JustJared)

I Want!

Look at these amazing ankle boots by Roberto Cavalli. And they're on sale at theOutnet.com.

That trust fund would come in handy right about now!

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Feeling Bleh

I have absolutely no desire to do anything except check out my Facebook and eat cupcakes. Which means my blogging material is running low.

I blame the weekend. Actually make that the kick ass weekend. It was so much fun and that has been a big problem. You see last week was hectic work-wise. So all I could do was think about the weekend. Then it arrived and went in a blur of awesomeness. I want another one.

We started off the weekend by dressing like ladies and meeting the gang at Planet Bar. When I'm a proper grown up I am so totally going to spend a month's salary on a room at the Mount Nelson. On Saturday we went for spa treatments, which was more pain than pampering but any lady knows those waxes need to be done. Then it was time for some shopping. Saturday ended with a visit from the gays and dancing at Assembly (which is where all the hot guys have been hiding, why did no one tell me this). On Sunday, we all had brekkie and the mandatory visit to the parental units (more for the free lunch and "shopping" in the pantry). The evening was dedicated to cupcakes and Sex & The City.

Now I'm back at work and only the thought of the upcoming holiday is keeping me going. Wait that's actually a lie. There is one other thing. I was walking in Gardens Centre when suddenly I stopped at the fragrance shop. There in the window was a poster for what is now my new favourite obsession.



Henry Cavill for Dunhill. O.M.F.G I may need a napkin.

(If you want to feel happy all over, you can watch the advert for the fragrance as well here. Enjoy!)

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Monday's Mantra

This week I will be more organised.
I believe weekends are way too short.
I'm addicted to those damn prawn chips (again!).
I wish my life was an 80s brat pack movie.
I'm jealous of people with loads of cash to blow on nights out partying.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Just Can't Get Enough

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want too

That's a bit melodramatic.

I had a really good day considering I was at work and am looking forward to the weekend plans.
Today I got woken up by my favourite roomie 'green eyes' with a cup of tea and a chocolate Charlie's cupcake....heaven...and a good way to start any day. Then I got to work and discovered condoms on my desk...apparently we all got them, but people decided to pass theirs along to me seeing as it is my birthday and I acquired more than one pack. I now feel as if my desk can pass for a family planning clinic. On the bright side, I'll alwyas be prepared.

Then I discovered a present hiding behind my laptop from the writer of Juz, Jax and El. It's a personalised blog message to me printed and framed, it even came with the Juz, Jax and El wrapping paper. I absolutely love it and am trying to decided whether to keep it at work or at the flat were I know it will make green eyes jealous...

I got lots of birthday wishes from friends and colleagues and hugs (which I love too) and even my Client gave me a gift which is really sweet, maybe they really do like me!

Then it was back to the office where we had cake (thanks mom) which went down a treat and I got the most amazing bunch of flowers from my bosses. Super spoilt.

Now, Im at the folks (mandatory family-birthday dinner) which again was great and I get to do sweet nothing as they run around fussing over me...lucky I brought a whole bag of washing home with me...

Plans for weekend are as follows: breakfast tomorrow with folks at wine farm, then best friend picking me up for 'adventure' (slightly nervous), the off to Planet Bar for cocktails tomorrow eve with close friends. Then saturday green eyes is taking me to spa to get me all pamapered up and spolit, then we're off to Assembly for some rocking 80's tunes.

Can a Skinny Bitch get any luckier?
Birthdays Rock

B.E

Happy Birthday Blue Eyes

It's Blue Eye's 24th birthday. Yay!
Hope you have an absolutely fabulous day and get spoiled!

Enjoy!

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I'm Not Being A Bitch, I'm Just Honest

Helen from Bonding Over Lizards tagged Skinny Bitches with the Honest Scrap award. We heart awards. Thanks! And definitely go and check out her blog, it’s faboosh and every now and again she posts videos of awesome 90s songs. So here are my 10 honest things:

I’m afraid watching Private Practice has made me broody.

I really don’t like when people try and talk to me in lifts. I can be friendly and charming and funny but I select not to. Mostly I’m afraid I might use up some of my best material on people I’ll never see again.

I think one of the worst things a friend can make you do is join him/her and his/her significant other while they are still in the loved-up stages. Imagine watching a movie with a couple who are making out the entire time. Then imagine trying to talk about the movie afterwards and instead of answers getting giggles and sheepish smiles and them saying “Guess we missed that part.” Oh yes it’s happened.

For every straight guy I know, I know two gay ones. This has me worried.

I absolutely hate the phrase “Good value for your money” and I want to stab myself with a blunt spoon when I hear someone say it.

Nothing makes my heart more sore than saying no to people begging at robots, particularly when they are disabled or children.

The ultimate dealbreaker for me is someone pinching something off my plate without my permission. If you want some, ask, I will give it to you purely because you did not bug me and asked. If I’m having those prawn chips from Woolworths or sour worms you may not be so lucky but you never know.

If I ever had plastic surgery, I’d want to look like Rachel McAdams.

I’ve used the “I’m not a bitch. I’m just being honest” line numerous times and honestly, I was just being a bitch ;)

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An Open Letter...

To all the people who complained to me today. All 100 million of you, please stop it. I listen everyday and every day I try and help but for just one day please stop. I cannot take it anymore. And I’ve actually stopped caring that these are not 100% perfect. Because I know even if they were, you would still find something to complain about. So in the words of Madonna, I’m not your bitch, don’t hang your shit on me.

To the person who judged my salad with feta. Yes I know there was more feta than actually green things. Yes I know it’s not the low fat one. And yes I know that it cannot be good for me. But isn’t it enough I had a salad and not just slabs of feta on its own. Without being disgusting, I could eat feta just like that. It’s that good. So maybe concentrate on your own lunch rather than mine. And don’t you know Feta Makes it Better!

To the hot guy driving next to me on De Waal drive, just name it and I’ll do it. Sounds crass but trust me he would be worth it.

To my friend at the MAC counter, thank you. Liquid eye liner has changed my life. And I finally got to wear my green eyeshadow. I don’t care if it’s a bit too much for work. It makes my eyes more prominent and I love it.

To the people who invade my personal space, what is so important you need to be up in my business. I try to be polite but I will never tell you it’s bothering me. So I move away and yet you move closer. We look like we’re doing a retarded type of dance. Other times I cannot be bothered to move away and in turn I become bitchy to counteract your proximity. I do not want to be a bitch and I am also not inviting you into my area. That is reserved for my hot water bottle and Robert Pattinson. And if I wanted you in that area, you would know it. Because I turn into a silly little girl and play with my hair and make “ooohh” noises. Plus I lean forward a lot so you can see “the girls”. Until I’m acting like a hussy, keep your distance.

Monday's Mantra

This week is going to be fabulous.
I believe I will be 24 years old this week.
I'm addicted to all things sweet and it's starting to show.
I wish it was raining and I was snuggled up in bed with a good book.
I'm jealous of Lauren from The Hills. She has my life!
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Oh Happy Day!

10 Random Things About Me

Skinny Bitches were tagged by the lovely Being Brazen to do this post. Because I am very random, I have lots of random things to write about (myself).

At one point in my life, I want to be single, have an amazing job, an amazing house and not give a damn about anyone else’s happiness but my own.

Sometimes an episode of Sex & The City solves everything.

I get more scared when I go for my brow waxing than I do when I go for my lady waxing.

I cry every time I watch Armageddon without fail.

Whenever I see a movie with Scarlett Johannson I get really mad for some reason. She really bugs me.

I’m not a huge fan of children, I can only handle two at a time but I have my children’s names picked out. I’d have a boy and a girl and call them Connor and Boleyn.

I hate hearing magazine people tell me working in the industry is nothing like The Devil Wears Prada. As if I’m only in it for the glamour. Secretly I hope there is still a bit of glamour though.

Thanks to my gay bestie, I know the dance routines to most of Britney Spears songs. I do a mean Oops! I Did It Again.

I really want to plan a wedding. Even if it's not my own.

One of my biggest weaknesses is time wastage. I'm always late and I can waste hours doing nothing important, like for instance, worrying over my split ends or which one of my calves is bigger.

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Win A Balmain Jacket!

Why should Rihanna and Anna Dello Russo have all the fun. Now you can also dress up in Balmain. theOutnet.com is having a fabulous giveaway where you can win this amazing designer jacket.



Go here to enter. The competition ends on the 14th of September and only one entry per person.

Good luck!

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Seriously.

Last Night At The Movies:

Green Eyes waiting for popcorn so I can cover it with salt 'n' vinegar spice.

Boy 1: I'm going to a themed 21st.
Boy 2: What's the theme?
Boy 1: Infamous. I'm not sure who to go as.
Boy 2: There's always Hitler.

Green Eyes makes Jim Face.

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Dont Cha

Don’t you just hate when someone is a heavy smoker and they invade your personal space. I don’t mind smoking. I’ve even smoked. You know those drunken club nights when suddenly for some unknown reason you need a ciggie. I blame Jaeger. Particularly for making me think that I look with one in hand. For this reason I don’t want to preach about it. Each to their own and all that nonsense but please if you are gonna talk to me about it, have a mint or at least rinse out your mouth with some water. And do not forget the hands. They are tres important. It will also stop me from trying to move away slowly. It looks like I’ve got a facial tick.

Don’t you just wish life could be a musical. Or at the very least people won’t frown on you for bursting into an impromptu song and dance when you’re shopping. Sometimes the vegetable aisle of a shopping market makes the perfect stage for a version of You Can’t Stop The Beat. I think this would also be a great idea when you want to tell someone how you really feel. No one can get mad when you sing them a song accompanied by jazz hands. When you have an overbearing parent a couple of verses of Papa Don’t Preach will do wonders. When you’re happy and want to tell the world you should be able to do so with Walking on Sunshine. And what boy would say no to This Girl’s In Love With You. It’ll be magic.

Don’t you just want to be French sometimes. They get to commit crimes of passion. They get to wear red lipstick and scarves in cool fashions. They get to have short Audrey Hepburn haircuts. And they never get fat. Okay I don’t think I’d ever have the energy or motive to commit a crime of passion but I’d like to know that if a boy treated me really badly and I accidently killed him, it’d be okay. I also cannot wear red lipstick, it’s my skin tone, so it would be nice to break some rules. And never getting fat. Like I need to justify that one.

Don’t you just want to have a career where your strengths are celebrated. Seriously I want a career where I can do what I love and get paid for it. And I don’t mean sitting on my couch watching Will & Grace and eating. For instance I love writing and would love to be a writer. At the same time I love pop culture references. Like really. I know my shizz. I kick ass at pub quizzes. You’d be lucky to have me on your team. Now if only I could get paid for knowing that much useless trivia. If this were a musical I’d look longingly into the distance and start singing All you have to do is dream, dream, dream, dream…

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Things That I ♥ and Things That Bug Me

Things That I ♥:

I love dramatic makeup. I love smokey eyes even more. Unfortunately I have the sort of eyelids that cause my eyeliner to smudge and the eyeshadow to disappear into the crease. Very disappointing when I’m working a full day and want to show off my smokey purple look. Now I don’t have to worry about it. I recently purchased MAC’s Liquid Eye Liner in Boot Black and I have fallen in love. I can do thick or thin lines and neither smudge or rub off. I can even do winged tips and get them right on the first time. No more cotton buds and makeup remover for me.

Buying new underwear. I know I shouldn’t be spending unnecessary money. I should be trying to save for a fabulous holiday next year but sometimes I cannot resist. And considering that I went through the whole of the recent sale season without buying a thing, I need to charge me some happiness. Luckily I was still able to enjoy the last dregs of some sales. I went to one of those fancy shops in the Waterfront’s Millionaire Mile. Something I have not been able to do in a while due to my lack of funding. Halfway through the month I may not be able to go out but at least my knickers will look good.

The rainy weather. Gives me an excuse to wear a fabulous black knit over a LBD with some black boots (with eye liner of course). And also means I can have hot chocolate tonight with a marshmallow and not feel guilty. I mean, look at the weather. It’s hot chocolate weather.

Things That Bug Me:

Why does it seem like every second girl in Cape Town has a blunt fringe and bangs? And these are also the girls were think that wearing tights as pants is acceptable. It. Is. Not. Tights are not pants not matter how bitchin’ they look. And I’m serious on the last part, wet look tights are to die for. If you can afford the chopped layers and fringe lop surely you can afford a longer top to cover your tights ass seam. Or maybe a skirt. Better yet get some skinny jeans and they will have the same effect. And they will actually be pants.

Skinny Bitches watch a lot of TV. We’re those types of girls. We cannot afford satellite and our parents are being evil and will not buy it for us either. So we decided the next best thing was signing up for PushPlay. I think it’s the equivalent of the Netflix except you get them delivered to your home or office. Now PushPlay have this fabulous free week trial where you can have, at any time, three DVDs in your possession. Sounds awesome. Except we have signed up looking forward to watch some rom-coms over the weekend and nothing has arrived. What a let-down. In case anyone who works there is reading this, we will still use your service, mostly because your range of TV series is unrivaled. But please, be a love and send us some DVDs.

The rainy weather may be nice for my outfit of the day but it also makes my hair frizz. Also I want to stop wearing scarves and remembering to carry my umbrella. I want to see the sun and be warm and get a tan. And I want to buy fabulous pairs of gold and silver sandals.

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Monday's Mantra

This week things can only get better.
I believe a latte can solve almost everything.
I'm addicted to carbs which is v bad.
I wish I had the energy to go to gym.
I'm jealous of no one, except my usual feelings for skinny, pretty & wealthy people.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week It Won't Be Long*
*Just noticed there are an overload of Beatles songs on the blog. I watched Across The Universe for the gazillion time and am on a Beatles binge.

It's Driving Me Mad, It's Driving Me Mad*

*The title of this post comes from a Beatles song called I Want You. I thought it was an appropriate reference considering the nature of this post.

I really need to stop browsing Net-a-Porter. All it does is make me sad that I cannot afford the clothes.

Here are the latest pieces I am crying over:

This DKNY wrap dress is amazing. The crossover in the front would hide the aftermaths of not going to the gym. I’m thinking some gold bracelets or a chunky gold necklace would help.

I love love love this skirt from Steven Alan. I want to forgo the next few months food budget so I can buy it. Yes it’s simple but the shape is for me, the perfect skirt. I want to tuck in a white shirt and bold blue belt or wear a feminine blouse and rock some fierce heels with it. I want it so bad.

This is a strapless taffeta dress from Donna Karan. Can you say cocktail party.

Corsets are going to be huge this summer or says my new issue of Cosmo. I like that this Bottega Veneta dress is sexy on top but is knee length. So this dusty lavender number will provide you with some mystery when you’re out on the town.

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This Was Not The Way I Planned...

I love men. A lot. I love looking at them. I love talking to them and most of all I like doing other stuff with them. Saying that I have to admit I have a huge girl crush.

One of my favourite blogs is Style Guide Cape Town run by the fabulous Robyn Cooke. Profession, Stylist. Given my love for all these beautiful particularly fashion, if I was that way inclined, I would be hanging outside her window with a boombox playing a cheesy 80s love song.

Apart from my love for her blog and her fashion-related tweets, I also have a goal to be photographed by the fabulous Ms Cooke. Her blog is the Cape Town version of The Sartorialist without the pictures of Anna Dello Russo, who bugs me for some reason. It is because of her blog and also Glamour’s Do and Don’ts that I make a huge effort whenever I leave the house. It is a very superficial dream but one day I hope to appear on her blog with her gushing over my outfit.

This past Tuesday was when it almost happened. Myself, Dexter and the Social Butterfly descended upon Woolworths Cavendish for a preview of the summer fashions. Travelling with two coiffed, well-dressed, nice-smelling gays is the one way to do it. The Best of Summer Preview was hosted By Ms Cooke and someone from Egoli, my mom would have been so mad I didn’t get a picture with her. Towards the end of the evening (white dresses, hats and feminine blouses are going to be all the rage, orange too) I had an opportunity to have an audience with my girl crush. Unfortunately she turned the other way and the moment was gone. That was when Dexter pushed me towards her and by chance she turned around and commented on my dress*. I almost fainted. Unfortunately she didn’t have a camera with her but I still gushed about my love for her. She didn’t seem scared which was a good thing. Nothing kills a party like security throwing you out. She also invited me to be her stalker. What an honour! I can see it now, she is taking pictures of stylish people, I am taking pictures of her from the bushes.

I know I sound like a crazy person. But that is only because I am. Crazy in love :)

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*I was rocking a blue Marion and Linde jersey dress with chocolate brown boots, neutral makeup and glossy lips.