I Don't Care What My Teachers Say...

...I'm gonna be a supermodel.


A little while ago I mentioned that I took part in a photoshoot for O Magazine in December. And now, months later the issue is finally out.

Thanks to my years of idolizing (read stalking) Style Guide Cape Town, I think she finally got sick of me peering at her from windows, "bumping" into her at fashion events and finding out her direct line that she thought this would shut me up. Just kidding, those things didn't happen or at least in that order ;)

I was lucky enough to be chosen along with Dimi from Style Scoop and Miss Milli B to represent blogger and city style. I got to wear a fabulous 50s-inspired outfit from David West and some extra high heels, which is always a plus.

Here is the result:


To see some of the behind-the-scenes photos and all the fun we had, click here and here.

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Singleton Awareness Day

A little while back, Skinny Bitches were invited to attend the Singleton Awareness Day at the Pepper Club.

Now I’ll admit I do not always wait patiently for love to arrive, there have been many times when I’ve cried into my frozen yoghurt whilst a Katherine Heigel chick flick played screaming “Why doesn’t anyone love me”. But these times are few and far between and mostly I spend my time enjoying the single life.

So when the absolutely fabulous Cosmic Girl decided to dedicate a date to honouring singles after all that hoohah of Valentine’s Day, we couldn’t resist.

The evening started with some delish appletinis made with Singleton whiskey and snacks.



Then we were lucky enough to have our make-up done by the lovely ladies of Benefit. After topping up on another drink and popcorn, we were all ushered into the cinema to watch the ultimate chick flick Bridget Jones Diary.



Halfway through the movie, we were spoiled with even more wine and snacks. But the best part had to be the charity auction, you know for the kids ;) Two outrageously good-looking bachelors offering a luxury meal and ride in a Rolls Royce were auctioned off with one Skinny Bitch doing her bit for the kids and winning that amazing prize.


Thanks so much to the Pepper Club for hosting us and for a fabulous evening.



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Weekend Away In Pictures

A couple of weeks ago, us Skinny Bitches and Samie took a little road trip to Knysna.

Here is our weekend in pictures...

The Roadtrip, stopping along the way for breakfast


Beacon House where we stayed






The view


Breakfast in town



Day of fun on the beach in Plett

The Knysna Forest and King Edward Tree which is 650 years old

Checking out the Knysna Night Life

Exploring The Heads

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When I Grow Up...

...I'll be dressing like this.



Loving the looks from Victoria Beckham's ready-to-wear collection. The draping, the silhouettes, the colours.

Not such a fan of the clumpy boots though. When you're looking all work-like chic you don't need those things. Would much rather substitute for a pair of mary janes or ankle boots.

Also the head gear...will we be swimming later.

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*Images from here.

Totally Inappropiate But...

...really funny.

I was sent this by one of my gays and have not stopped laughing. Really bad toilet humour I know but I cannot help it ;)

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Keep It Classy

As a Skinny Bitch in the Making, I am always looking to the finer things in life. So one day when I've "made it" I can finally live out my aspirations.

One thing I doubt I'll ever want or aspire to, is Chanel condoms.



Although they look fabulous and have the interlocking Cs, I don't think I'm prepared to pay over R2000 ($279) on luxury condoms.

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*Image from here and please note these are not official Chanel products.

Dear Future Boyfriend, Part Two

You know more guidelines and advice for that lucky (?) guy.

*I heart Bradley Cooper. So if you are not him, you’ll have to deal with me talking about him. You see, I’ve been undertaking some charity work in order to provide me with good karma for the rest of my life. Well sort of. I really want to do charity work but I’m like crazy busy and there never seems enough time. But I intend to do something because by some twist of fate (karma that’s you) I’d really like it for you FB to either be Bradley Cooper or at least resemble him. See I have had this thing about him for ages. Ever since he first appeared in Sex & The City, then Kitchen Confidential then even as the douche in Wedding Crashers. For some reason I cannot look away and the obsession’s starting to get bad. I’ve started to think of the many ways we’d meet and fall in love and how I’d handle the press intrusion into our lives and what to do if our sex tape ever got leaked (which wouldn’t be the dirty kind by the way, more a video of me eating cheese and filming Bradley while he sleeps). So shit is bound to get weird and I’d just like to prepare you for it.

*In that great tradition of double-standards, my shit can be weird but I’d prefer if there are things you didn’t do. If you tend to eat chocolate cereal and just love when the milk turns all brown and tastes delish, please use your spoon to drink it and not go directly for the bowl. If you say shit like “catch you on the flip side” or pronounce croissant with a French accent even though you’re not French, it’s over. If you listen to Nickelback, haven’t watched 30 Rock or wear a peak cap backwards, it’s okay. Not everyone is perfect. But if you do all three, see ya!

*You have to like my gays. Unfortunately and fortunately I seem to attract the homosexuals. I think it’s my extreme penchant for ABBA, musicals and cocktails with dirty names. Instead of a moth I’m a disco ball and instead of a flame, they’re flaming queens. I don’t usually complain about my gays but it is discerning to note that most of my BBM contacts have Lady Gaga as their profile pictures. But they’re an important part of my life and I’ll need you to accept them. You don’t need to love them because then I’ll worry that I’ve turned another one but you do need to like them. Or at least pretend you do.

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Things I've Realised...

...making homemade ravioli is fun and can be easy. If you have a pasta machine. Chefs and foodies are not messing around when they say the dough needs to be crazy thin. We started with what seemed like the Kate Moss thinness of pasta but turns out we really needed the Nicole Richie circa Skeletor era of thinness. A pasta machine would have also been handy 'cause rolling out those shapes is a bitch. But once you're filling then up and boiling them, then adding heaps of pasta sauce and then sprinkling Parmesan on, you forget about all the other things.

...Precious is one hectic movie. There are lots of hand-over-mouth and eyes-closed moments but there are also some funny moments and inspirational moments.

...you never need a reason to google Henry Cavill. But because he's been chosen as the new Superman, people are not as judgmental.

...when you have a crappy day pizza, a romcom, your roomie and some chocolate can make it all better. I tried this yesterday and went to bed in a happy place.

Hope everyone has a fab week.

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Lust-Have List

I've tortured myself again by having a swizz over on Net-A-Porter. This time it’s seriously painful. Below are three items that I’m about to mortgage my parents house for.


First up is this stretch dress from Victoria Beckham.



Must-have heels from Alexander McQueen. How cute are this lace pumps.
I love a big bag and this vintage satchel-like bag from Chloé is like love at first sight.

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Dear Future Boyfriend

Dear Future Boyfriend

As someone who is happily single I have found myself surprisingly warming up to the idea of having a significant other. I hear a lot of good things from friends and work colleagues and then there’s the pop culture influence that always weighs heavy on me. Who wouldn’t want a guy like Jim from The Office and Bruno Mars would catch a frikkin’ grenade for you. Hello, these are clearly eligible boys.

But before I actually commit to anything serious or even begin to think about sharing my life, my thoughts, my food I want the lucky (?) guy out there to be perfect. Now it’s a lot to ask but hopefully if this is my one true love they’ll understand. So Future Boyfriend, wherever you are, please adhere to the following guidelines:

*I like attention so if you have a guitar and/or a piano, please sing to me. I’d prefer in the privacy of my own home but elaborate scenes like the one in 10 Things I Hate About You could also work. If you are looking for a good song choice, Elvis Costello does one with my name in it otherwise something rocking like You Shook Me All Night Long would be totally hot. If you’re looking for songs to avoid anything by Eric Clapton because some of his songs are about another man’s wife and John Mayer ‘cause he makes sex faces when he sings them.

*If we go out for nachos and I’ve told you to order your own plate because I have a deep relationship with food, do it. If you don’t and eat off my plate I will go diva. Think about how much you like your kneecaps and how sad it will be if you guys had to part. Seriously, this relationship I have with food is for reals.

*I don’t plan on kissing you near your ears. So I won’t mind if you don’t reciprocate. This is an issue that stems from when I worked at a beauty spa and saw someone having their ears candled. It’s not a pretty process and the amount of wax that is in your ear freaks me out. So let’s avoid that area.

*Pet names can rock. I love when people call me princess, miss thang or even just skinny. You and I will need to work on our pet names. Babe is too overused and lovey gives me the chills. It would be nice to have a secret one only we’d get but with that comes the elaborate story we’d have to tell our friends and then it ruins that whole exclusivity vibe. So to make it easier on you (‘cause so far I haven’t) I’ll settle for My Girl or My Lady or even My Hot Sexy Bitch but with that last one the first two parts are uber important.

If this hasn’t scared you off Future Boyfriend, then I’ll know you’re the one.

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