I'm The Type of Girl...

…that thinks people have just got the title wrong when discussing the film “Sunshine”. In my head they’re talking about “Little Miss Sunshine”. It makes for very confusing movie reviews.

…when spelling things on the phone, says “A for ABBA”.

…that loves it when purchases are wrapped in tissue paper.

…that judges people over the age of 25 saying “My bad”.

…who will never walk under a ladder.

…that gets a thrill out of wearing red shoes.

…that makes wishes at 11:11.

…that will obsess over any nice gesture a guy does for or towards me. Mixed messages are the reason I am crazy.

…that believes in the Loch Ness monster.

…who gets goosebumps when someone cracks their knuckles.

…who counts going into the gym to pay your monthly fees counts as cardio.

…that believes most problems can be solved with a latte.

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Monday's Mantra

This week is about achieving dreams.
I believe in angels. They're called baristas and make you lattes.
I’m addicted to red velvet cupcakes.
I wish money was never a concern.
It's sucky that I have to pay another speeding ticket.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

Image from here.

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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Reason #532 I Love My Gays

This weekend I made the rookie mistake of mixing my drinks. The result as well as myself was not pretty. I spent so much time hugging the toilet I was convinced Blue Eyes was gonna tell us to get a room.

Luckily for me, I have Gays.

My gays very nicely came to visit me, bring a me a latte from Vida and listen to me moan whilst giving me lots of hugs. They also watched Sex & The City with me and then we spoke about boys.

The best hangover cure ever.

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Monday's Mantra

This week I am loving being at work.
I believe a latte and a cupcake can make a Monday better.
I’m addicted to Mc Dreamy, Mc Steamy and all things Grey’s Anatomy.
I wish I wasn’t feeling so sick.
I’m jealous of no one. I'll be on holiday soon!
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week She’s Not Me (This is not only boy-related but I do hope Robert Pattinson is happy with his life choices!)

Image via weheartit.com

Things I've Realised

I listen to Lady Gaga too much. Yesterday my mom called me and when I couldn’t talk I said “Sorry I cannot hear you I’m kinda busy, k-k-k-kinda busy.” May need to switch back to my 80s collection for a while.

I love dressing up in winter. Yes, it’s freezing and it’s a mission to even get out of the warm bed but afterwards it’s all worth it. Layering is a big thing in our flat. Also we love accessorizing with scarves, gloves and hats. So I think deep down I’m a winter baby. Also I get to wear my beloved boots. Major drawback about summer, you cannot wear boots. Well you can, but you might get called a hussy.

That negative people need to move away from me. I’m not talking about sad people or people who have real problems. I’m talking about the moany cows that always look on the bad side of life. Instead of trying to cheer them up, I’m walking away. I’m not a biatch I have just realized that these people will always find a way to be grumpy gills so instead I’m avoiding them. They will not bring down my ray of light.

I’m stuck in a coffee rut. I love my Vida but I’m thinking I need to branch out a little. So this weekend the gays and I are heading out to find a new haunt. If you have any suggestions (particularly one that serves food) in the City please let me know.

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Image from weheartit

Trying to be Positive

So yesterday was officially renamed The Day From Hell. So many bad things happened and I was on the verge of tears too many times.

I don't want to relive any of it, so instead of wallowing in self-pity - which I did for most of the evening yesterday, by the way depressed does not go well with a wrap dress - I have decided to remain positive. Especially since after all my shit went down, I saw someone who clearly had real problems. That put mine into perspective.

So I did what any skinny bitch would do, I put on my big girl pants, extra mascara and some high, high heels and I'm dealing with it. Actually that's a lie, my pants are not that big ;).

So in order to be happy I'm going to list some things that make me happy. Please feel free to add to the list. Have a great Thursday!

Lattes from Vida



Chuck Bass


Lady Gaga's The Fame Monster


Glee



Henry Cavil

Roland Mouret's Galaxy Dress

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Things That I ♥ and Things That Bug Me

Things that I ♥

My favourite fictional TV couple used to be Pam and Jim from The Office. They have been dethroned by Kevin and Scotty from Brothers & Sisters. They fight, they makeup, they love Lady Gaga and they’re both ridiculously good looking. Also they make for very entertaining TV.

The Quattro muffin from Vida. For those not familiar with it, it’s basically a four cheese muffin made by angels. It’s best served with a latte and heated up a bit so that the cheese melts. It doesn’t really go with my diet but you’ve got to live a little.

Lady Gaga’s Alejandro. It reminds me of Madonna’s Isla La Bonita and any reference to Madonna is a winner with me.

Things that bug me

The fact that I didn’t take the day off. Tomorrow is a public holiday and a long weekend would have been ideal. Our office is pretty deserted today except for the Johnny-Come-Latelys like myself who didn’t take leave in time.

People who eavesdrop into your conversation and then make comments. If we wanted your snide comments we’d invite you to the party. But seeing as this is Invite-Only, I’d prefer if you didn’t gate-crash.

The weather. One day it’s raining and I get to wear a lovely coat. Over the weekend it’s sunny and I got to rock a maxi dress. I don’t mind what the weather is, I have fabulous outfits to accommodate all types. What I would like is some consistency.

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Images from weheartit

Weekend Highlights

The weekend started off on a fabulous note on Friday. It was one of our very special friend’s birthday and we joined her at Tiki Bar at Eden on the Bay for some cocktails.
Had some amazing cosmopolitans at that place. Nice casual vibe and right on the beach. Definitely would recommend. The lighting and light rain also gave it a nice touch!

On Saturday, I decided it was time to finally try out TRUTH in Green Point. I have heard so many fabulous things about the place and decided had to see what all the hype was about. TRUTH is located in the Prestwich Memorial off Somerset Road in Green Point. It’s not too big but has all the essentials for an awesome coffee shop. I had some great service, an excellent latte and a new spot to take friends too.


Afterwards I made a quick stop at the Friends with Jenny Open Day. I bought a great brown waist belt and a fab winter shrug. I cannot even tell you about it the shrug, it is so beautiful and versatile. Will definitely have to take pics and show you what it looks like and how it can be worn. Also don’t forget to check out FWJ’s new website. It’s great!

I’m not sure what came over me but on Sunday I offered to make lunch for my (large) family. I blame it on Julie & Julia. It made me think I could bring out my inner Nigella and cook. The main problem is my mom. She used to be a caterer, she can cook backwards and usually she prepares those amazing meals for Sunday lunch. My speciality is potato bake and those convenience meals from Woolworths.


In the end I opted for some chicken – ‘cause no one can mess up chicken – and then some pasta (a sweet potato and butternut lasagna). The pasta turned out really good, or my family are really nice at not hurting my feelings. Dessert was supplied by my mom because there was only so much I could accomplish. She made some great cupcakes and it’s even greater that she left the rest with me!

So, how was your weekend?

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Monday's Mantra

This is a four day working week!
I believe in the Easter Bunny.
I'm addicted to lattes and my bank balance is suffering.
I wish I received a random bonus with my payslip.
I'm jealous I didn't get to go to SA Fashion Week.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Sweet Like Chocolate!

One Of Those Days

It's one of those days where no matter what, I'm feeling fat, irritated and tired.

Firstly it seemed like nothing in my wardrobe fit or looked good this morning, I messed up my eyeliner and only realised at work. Luckily I have some concealer in my draw so I could fix it up. A Skinny Bitch is always prepared.

Then I had to come to work and be tormented by Creepazoid (think weird person who stares at you for no reason and multiply it by 100, you're almost there).

I have work piling up and no motivation to do it.

All I want to do is get a latte and read fashion blogs.

I'm cheering up a bit 'cause tomorrow I'm attending a fashion launch and no one can be sad by the thought of that. Only problem is, have nothing fabulous to wear and my hair is doing its own thing.

Suppose nothing's going to change unless I stop being a grumpy gills and put on my big girl pants and deal with it.

Hope your day is a lot better.

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Is it Home Time Yet?

In a bid to be more disciplined this year and commit to my four weekly gym visits, I got up at 5.30 this morning to get ready for the gym.

Actually what really happened was alarm went off at 5.30. I ignored it till 5.45 and then decided if I left now the gym wouldn't even be open. So I waited (i.e. dozed) till 6 and then walked to the gym.

I'm not sure how I managed to do all that cardio and still walk home. But I did. I felt energised when I got home. I even had a spring in my step when I got to work. Early morning sessions do make a lot of a difference.

They also make you incredibly tired as I have just found out. I feel as if I'm about to pass out at my desk. Not even coffee or a coke light has helped. I'm afraid of blinking too much cos my eyes might like the closed sensation and then I'll fall asleep at my desk.

Going to have lunch now and hoping that will help. Otherwise you will find me sleeping under my desk.

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Back At Work - Sad Face

So...today is the day I start work after a fabulous holiday. Instead of being all grumpy gills like I was yesterday about the prospect (I threw a tantrum and was told to grown up) I have decided to be postive.

That is almost working. In all truth, it hasn’t been a bad day. I managed to find the will power to get up before the sun and go to gym. Considering I was in near comatose state, I’m not sure if I actually worked out or had a nap in the sauna room. Either way my pores are unblocked and my hair is frizzy. I then managed to get dressed, get my lunch and drive all the way here. I ignored all possible exits off the freeway and actually arrived at work. Things were going okay.

Now as it is my first day back, I thought I’d treat myself. If this were still the holidays, I’d be treating myself by staying in bed. But since I ran out of leave days and I like to think the place would burn down without me, I ventured to work and would have to make due with a different kind of treat. A much smaller one. Mostly because I cannot treat myself to Bradley Cooper and I used all my money on New Years. So I decided a latte would be the perfect way to start my day.

After a quick trip, I switched on my computer and waited for the gazillion emails to download. This was a nice way to begin the day, little work, coffee and half the people I don’t like in the office still on leave. I;m still trying to get into the day and have to admit am working as slowly as possible. I’m taking the opportunity that the little people in the office won’t notice that I’m filing, answering mails, uploading pics to Facebook and catching up on FML. There are some advantages to returning to work.

In few minutes, will be posting the mantra( It’s back bitches!) and recapping on my holiday. Until then, have a great day!

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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 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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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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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 Finally Friday!

Happy Friday everyone.

Is everyone else as happy as I am it’s the weekend. I think it’s mostly to do with the fact I spent last weekend in an antibiotic-fueled coma. This weekend I plan to spend firmly in the land of the living. I’m in a really good mood and for a couple of reasons:

Right now I’m chilling at my desk, munching on peanut butter on toast and sipping on a latte from Vida. Pure splendor in my definition.

Tomorrow the Skinny Bitches, along with The Politician, will be heading off to Arise Cape Town Fashion Week. We have fabulous outfits planned. Mine will be the grey Galaxy-inspired dress with pink stockings and some fierce wedges. Blue Eyes will be rocking a cobalt blue jersey dress and some sexy boots. We’ll be sipping champers, checking out the duds and hobnobbing with the fashionistas. Tres exciting!

My favourite book, from the Babylon series, has been made into a BBC series. Fashion Babylon by Imogen Edward Jones has been made into the six-part Material Girl. If you’ve read the book, you’ll understand my excitement. And when it comes to TV, who does it better than the BBC. Not sure when it will be in SA but I’m sure DVD Nouvea can help with that.

Today was Mr Uppity’s birthday. Which means we had more cake this week. Even though a cupcake makes everything better, it doesn’t compare to the bag of jelly beans I got given and have now stashed in my bag in case any of my co-workers see them. I should share but they are so good, I think I can be excused for not wanting to part with them.

Not much longer to go before work ends. Which means the weekend will officially have begun. Hope you all have a good one.

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