And The Winner Is...

Once again, thanks to everyone who entered our competition. Unfortunately there could only be one winner. Based on a random number generator thingy, the winner is:

Juz from Juztick

Congratulations!

Please drop us a mail at skinnybsinthemaking@gmail.com so we can arrange the deets.

For all those who didn't win, have hope. There will be another Urban Spa sponsored competition happening shortly. It won't be as fabulous but who doesn't love a free massage.

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Thank You Bitches!

A huge thank you to everyone we entered our competition.

Things have been a bit hectic on our side but we'll be drawing the winner tonight and then announce it tomorrow.

Good luck!

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How Do You Measure A Year

This past weekend we watched the movie version of the musical Rent. I don't like to mention names - Blue Eyes - but not everyone enjoyed it. I on the other loved it. While it's not happy like Hairspray or Mamma Mia! or romantic like The Phantom of the Opera, it's still a great musical. I suppose the subject material of AIDS, violence and drugs does not help matters.

While it is about those things, it also poses a very important question: How do You Measure a Year?

I'm paraphrasing from the song here but basically are you the type of person that measures your life in:

- minutes (525 600 to be exact)
- daylights
- sunsets
- midnights
- cups of coffee
- inches
- miles
- laughter
- strife
- truths learned
- times cried
- bridges burned

In the end, they offer up love as a measurement of a year. The song is called Seasons of Love after all.

While I'd love to measure a year in love, I'm afraid it won't be a very long calculation. I have to wait for Bradley Cooper to wake up and realise that he loves me first :)

But from now on, I think the measurement of a year shouldn't be how many hours you spent a job you didn't like, or how many times you looked at your phone wishing he'd call or even all those moments spent cursing in traffic.

From now on, I'm measuring a year in how many good coffee dates I've had with Blue Eyes, the nights I danced with my gays to Glee, the laughs I've had with my brothers and sisters, and the times when I realised how lucky I am.

How do you measure a year?

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Ps. If you wanna hear the song, click here.

Image from here.

Monday's Mantra

This week sees the start of a new fitness regime.
I believe all that early morning fresh air is making me sleepy.
I’m addicted to mini chocolate brownies, bright nail polish and the Glee soundtrack.
I wish I hadn’t walked in to a road works sign (in front of a cute guy by the way).
It’s sucky being a girl sometimes.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the Week Keep on Movin’

Image from here.

An open letter to Green Eyes

You'll often find on our blog that Green Eyes writes open letters. I thought it would be nice to write an open letter to her and in the process letting you have sneak peak in to the daily, and not so private lives, of the Skinny Bitches. Here we go...

Dear Green Eyes

Foremost, you are the best roomate anyone could ever ask for.

Thank you for all those times when I've had a shitty day and you've done everything you could to make me feel better. Whether it be giving me a hug, making me tea, or having supper ready to eat. Even those times when you've told me 'I''d do you if I was a lesbian' or those times you broke your healthy eating plan just so I wouldn't feel lonely eating a whole chocolate bar by myself. Those times when you sat on my bed late at night listening to me bitch and moan about work even though you were secretly screaming 'shut the hell up so I can go to bed'...Thank You

Sorry for sometimes being a complete bitch just because I had no one else to take it out on and sorry for playing Avri Lavigne in our lounge... I didn't mean to make you think I was angry..I just love her. Sorry for leaving dishes in the sink only to come home and find you've washed up after me and sorry for hassling you about bringing my cat to the flat...I understand I'm skating on thin ice. Sorry for making you watch trashy American teeny-pop movies, you hate them, but yet you watch them with me anyway. Sorry for telling people you cannot cook, that is clearly a lie as I have work colleagues who would sell their souls for your secret mash... I'm sorry

I could go on and on, but in a nutshell, those 'times' have meant the world to me, so Thank You and I'm Sorry.

Love you long time, your roomie for life (well until we find hottie husbands)

Blue Eyes

Monday's Mantra

This week I'll mostly be on shoot.
I believe boys are bigger drama queens.
I'm addicted to being in a tipsy state of mine. I'm more fun that way.
I wish it was payday.
It's sucky that chocolate contains calories
Soundtrack/Mantra for the Week Dream On

Image from here.

Things I'm not that embarassed about, but perhaps should be

1. Listening to Celine Dion 3:00 on a Saturday afternoon, even while your roomate is giving you weird looks

2. It takes 1 Cosmopolitan to get you tipsy

3. Going to bed at 9:30pm is like heaven

4. Walking to the shops to get groceries without even putting on a bra

5. Hating FIFA for bringing the World Cup to SA and then selfishly taking it away after 1 month...where have all the foreign men gone?

6. Writing to do lists of things you have already completed just so you can scratch them out and feel you have accomplished something

7. Wearing shoes out when you know they need to be re-heeled and they make that clippity-cloppity noise

8. Painting over your chipped nails instead of re-painting them just because you can't be bothered

9. Wearing long pants for a full week straight because again, you can't be bothered to shave your legs

10. Watching 4 episodes of House when you should be seen out and about in Kloof street

11. Thinking your roomates dream about raccoons is a direct result of the fact that she wont let you bring the family cat to come and live with the two of you

12. Secretly hoping someone will steal your broken-down excuse for a car so you can by a new one with the insurance money

13. Letting your eyes roll back in to your head as you munch away at a Cadbury's mint crisp tart chocolate bar

14. Believing that Ryan Reynolds is secretly miserable without you

Skinny Bitches Faboosh Spa Competition.

Skinny Bitches in the Making are very happy to announce our very first blog competition.

If you stay in Cape Town and love spa treatments, then you have to enter!

Skinny Bitches is giving one lucky follower a chance to win this fabulous spa package courtesy of The Urban Spa:


- 30 Minute Hot Stone Back and Neck Massage
- Stress Relief Head Massage
- Specialised Facial
- Warm Paraffin Hand and Foot dip and Massage
- Refreshments

All you have to do to win this amazing prize is one of the following. Doing all three means three entries though ;).

- Be a follower of the blog and comment below.
- Tweet about the competition and post the link below.
- Blog about the competition and post the link below.

You have until 6th August to enter. We’ll use one of those computer randomy things to choose. To read more about The Urban Spa, click on over here. This is the place Skinny Bitches get all their treatments done so trust us, you’ll be in good hands!

If you have any questions, just leave a comment.

Good luck bitches!

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For the Love of Shoes

As everyone knows, you cannot be a Skinny Bitch without some fancy footwear. Manolos, Choos and Louboutins will all be part and parcel of the lifestyle once you can say “I’ve made it”.

Unfortunately as we are only Skinny Bitches in the making we’ve had to downgrade our shoe dreams. While we will not compromise on style, we do love shoe brands that agree with our current bank balances.

Right now, the brand that combines both fabulosity and fits into our budgets are Bronx Ladies. A brand which has completely revamped its image from what I remember from my younger days. The new styles could easily be mistaken for the high end stuff yet the prices remind you it’s a real person’s brand.

I recently opened up my inbox to find their latest summer range has landed and it’s definitely something to look forward to.

Below are my personal favourites from the range. If you’re like me and heart the below, then you can head on over to their website or call Jordan Footwear on 021 590 7000 for your nearest stockist.

I’ve got my eye on a pair of the Hero heels. I can already see myself rocking them with kaftan dress. I’m thinking something gold or neutral. I just love this shrimp colour and think the shoes are ultra sexy.

These shoes are so freakin’ hawt. But have to be honest not something I think a short girl like myself could pull off. I may have to convince the roomie to rock them. Can you imagine these with a white shirt and some leggings. I’m thinking dramatic makeup and messy hair and tada! Sexiness!

Ah, the good ol’ wedge. For someone who wears heels every day, wedges are the perfect antidote for a day off when I still need some height. And they look great with summer dresses. I have the perfect maxi dress for these shoes.



For those who prefer some flats, there are days when even I do, have a look at this beauty.

These snakeskin heels are totally going to be my go-to work shoes. You could pull off a LBD or even just a pair of skinnies with these heels and they'll still look super chip. Yes please!

Any favourites?

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Happiness is...

…looking at your bank balance and realizing you’re not overdrawn.

…the thought of the 30 Rock seasons 1 &2 boxsets waiting for you at home.

…spending a whole weekend relaxing with your gays and roomie.

…finding new fonts and designs to redo your blog.

…being treated to a latte by your boss.



…receiving a Marilyn Monroe canvas from your brother for no reason.

…listening to old CDs that takes you back to the first time you went to a club, had a cocktail or had a really good kiss.

…Glee!

…chicken prego rolls at lunch with your office besties.

…lying in bed with a steaming cup of milo and a good book.

…looking at Henry Cavill.


Images from here, here and here.

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