No regrets...

It feels like it should be Friday already. Don’t know why, but time seems to have stood still for some reason. This got me thinking… What would we do if we could play with time? Go back, go forward, change things, and redo things…? This question has been asked countless of times, and every time I am sure we all change our answer. I would like to think that most people would be happy with the decisions they have made in their lives. For sanity’s sake. But for questions sake what would you change?

I have always had the unfortunate characteristic of hanging on to the past. I find it borderline impossible to forget things and move on. I guess that’s why I remain close with my friends for ages. Once they have touched my heart, letting go isn’t easy. Similar to ex-boyfriends. The final sting of being completely over it never seems to flick off me. So would I change the string of guys I have dated…? I honestly don’t know.

What I know for a fact I wouldn’t change is how hard I have loved. Love makes the world go round. Without it, we genuinely would have nothing. When I feel like I should have done something differently, I know that it’s a moot point. Because I made every decision with love in mind, whether it was for friends, family, the dreaded EX, or even myself.

Posh wants to visit an astrologer for a bit of esoteric guidance in her life. She asked me what I thought about the whole experience, as I have been before. And I told her, no one, not even an astrologer, tells you stuff that you don’t already know. You may not acknowledge it, but you know it. An astrologer simply reinforces it. And I think with regards to changing time, we all know we wouldn’t have made our decisions any differently. Because we know we were right. Even if we don’t acknowledge it.

Acknowledge your decisions, you made them for a reason and those reasons are more important than any amount of regret. So for today let time stand still and bask in the knowledge that you did the right thing. Let go of the concern that you made a mistake. For sanity. Questioning needs to chill for a while. Afterall tomorrow is another day.

I leave you with this quote. Its good advice for me, and I hope it is for you too.

“Yesterday ended last night. Every day is a new beginning. Learn the skill of forgetting. And move on.”
   -Norman Vincent Peale

And if that doesn't work then

Kisses,

Namaste,

Ciao,

God Bless,

Love,

Michelle

If I could go Red Carpet Daaarling!

So in my mind all is fair on the red carpet… Honey if you get it wrong don’t be upset when the fashion police beat down at your door. There is absolutely no excuse to look rubbish. With the world’s top designers at your beck and call, jewellery houses begging you to wear their jewels, and stylists prepared to sell their bodies for you to look your best. YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE!

So this past weekend was the Screen Actors Guild Awards. And I decided to do my own version of fashion police! Hahahahaha. I may not be Joan Rivers. But I can always pretend right?

Emily Blunt in a green Oscar de la Renta dress. Need I say anymore? Oscar, Oscar where for art thou Oscar? COME AND FIND ME! I’m here sitting in South Africa waiting for you to dress me in your creations. I’m all yours for the taking. I’ll wear anything of yours. ANYTHING! Emily really did look ravishing in this number. And I truly love the green. Hardly anyone does green on the red carpet, and baby it really does work!

E! Presenter Giuliana Rancic ticked all my boxes in a red Basil Soda number. After her shoddy show up at the Golden Globes, I’m back on her team! The metallic belt and necklace as accessories make this even more of a winner!

Sofia Vergara. What a woman. She is slowly creeping to a point of outshining her namesake, the fabulous Sophia Loren. And as for that décolleté, nothing can accessorize a Marchesa gown better than a woman with those killer curves. Look the dress is quite simple, and may be missing a wow factor. But Sofia is the wow factor. So no points deducted there. Doctor, take note. My boob job and ass implants want to be an exact replica! 

Zoe Saldana is fast nestling her bum into the best-dressed fashion stakes in my opinion. And although I can imagine some people not seeing it, this is my personal favourite. Merely because it is something I would wear. This Givenchy gown is fairytale-esque with an edge that not many people can pull off. And darlings sometimes less skin makes for a insanely sexy woman. Even in virginal shades.

Hands down the person I was most unimpressed with was Angelina Jolie. The Jenny Packham oil slick rag draped around her body was not only creased but also common enough to be made out of plastic bags. Horrid, horrid, horrid. The Godfather is obsessed with Brad Pitt. Totally. She even gets jealous if you watch a movie with Brad and she can't. But yoh if he found this bag of bones, dressed in a seedy sex shop curtain, hot? He needs to re-evaluate. And so does the Godfather. 

Winning in the black dress stakes (take note Ange)is Amber Heard in a  Zac Posen number. Much better darling! Good on you! 

So I decided to create a mood board with what I would wear…. I am obsessed with this whole royal blue and white thing that’s going on at the moment. It reminds me of beautiful china.

 

So I would wear Oscar de la Renta (obviously).

The top dress with the blue appliqué is from his Spring 2012 collection. It was however, made short, so I chose a bottom from his Spring Bridal 2010 collection. Red Louis Vuitton clutch, red Christian Louboutin heels, Bvlgari ruby studs…. And if I was feeling daring a Philip Treacy fascinator. HEAVEN! 

Now just to find the imaginarey date! Ummmmmm.... Johnny Depp? Nah, I'll go with Clarke Gable. Still my dream guy. They just don't make men like they used to, and frankly my dear, the rest I just don't give a damn about! 

Have a wonderful Monday you all! 

Kisses,

Namaste,

Ciao,

God Bless,

Love,

Michelle

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To blog or not to blog...

Happy Friday all you gorgeous people!

Yesterday was possibly one of the longest, most mental days of my life… I feel like could go on a six month holiday and still be exhausted. Roll on the weekend is all I can say. But in the words of my wise mother, rather be busy then bored!

Right straight to business…

I found this fabulous jewellery brand from Australia on the Frankie website: www.frankie.com.au. Frankie is one of the best mags I have ever laid my eyes on. Design wise, detail wise, unique wise, everything wise. Its just wise wise wise! Do yourself a favour, become acquainted with it ASAP!

Australian retail is my absolute dream. Love, love, love it. We are lucky enough to have Country Road, Forever New and Witchery in South Africa. Thank the pope of fashion!

Anyway, check how awesome this neon jewellery is. Its like a colour injection!!! http://shop.beuy.com.au/

  

Had another fabulous FML moment yesterday when in our news meeting at the office, I blurted out "we shouldn’t judge people who drink in the morning." So now the whole office thinks I am an alcoholic. And all I can think about right now is a big Gin and Tonic with lots of ice… Oi vey. Sometimes I wonder if my sanity button will ever switch on.

  

So I started having massive anxiety about my blog. Is it a good idea, and should I be doing this? These questions are swimming around my head. Feedback from all my friends has been so wonderful and I really appreciate it. But cripes da poop I’m nervous about this whole thing.

I mean I don’t want to be “gossip girl”, I don’t want the entire blog to be purely about fashion or design, I really don’t want it to be just about the absurdity that is my life. It’s like I want to have a complete marriage of all these concepts, almost like a scrapbook of my random thoughts…

This however might prove impossible… So bare with me as I settle into a happy medium of what I want this to become.

I have a friend who henceforth will be known as Dictator… She is very bossy and whenever I get negative and whiney she gives me a reality slap. We used to work together and she even shouted at me if I forgot to eat lunch. So I know if she is reading this right now she is probably thinking stop being SUCH a baby!!! So I’m not going to be a baby. Bugger the reservations. I’m doing this,even if its just for you Dictator.

Speaking of Dictator, if you reading this, get back to work! Hahaha

Even if one person reads my blog once a month, I will be happy. The point being, this is for myself. A creative outlet is healthy for everyone.  So I really am just going to run with this warts and all. Plunge into the deep blue see.

  

Deep Breathe

Bombs Away!

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Kisses,

Namaste,

Ciao,

God Bless,

Love,

Michelle

Weddings

I think once you hit 25, things rapidly go downhill… One domino falls and suddenly bobs your uncle, wedding bells are clanging so hard that your previous cynical romantic dull head thud becomes a roaring migraine, and the silence of the happy bubble of everyone remaining single is popped into oblivion. Sigh.

Don’t get me wrong there is absolutely no rush. Well, for me at least. A suitable candidate is more important than the stampede to not be alone. Case in point our fabulous divorce rate. BUT, are we as modern, independent women (thanks to the tireless efforts of our ancestors) just too fussy? Does this hinder our search? Or is it really just a brilliant safety net put in place to prevent our hearts from shattering? I have no idea. And I don’t think I ever will.

I mean you cant honestly tell me that we are making it easier for ourselves by constantly believing unless its perfect it's not worth it?

Maybe I have just become more fussy over the years, but had you told me seven years ago the check list of the person you “should” settle down with would get so long, hell I would have married my first boyfriend, just to save my sanity. Alas the fusspot has boiled over and here I stand, on the brink of abandoning my difficulty or just fully embracing my unrealistic belief that Mr Right is genuinely out there.

I know I’m not alone in this ladies… It’s not easy for the best of us. But I’d like to give you all a challenge. Just for once, let go. Whether he appears or doesn’t. Wouldn’t you rather enjoy the ride to finding him? When you eventually do, you might find yourself more desirable, having loved yourself first. Bugger the chase, bugger all the stupid expectations, just enjoy the wait. Think of it as going to the dentist. The magazines in the waiting room are way more interesting than the pain of a filling.

It seems I’m contradicting myself, because I claim I believe in love. Look don’t get me wrong healthy teeth are better than being anxious in the waiting room. But just for today, just for a while. Enjoy those damn magazines, because once you enter the dentist room, there is no turning back.

Yours in love and wait,

Michelle

Girl's Dinner!

So yesterday gym was absolutely shocking!

I embarrassed myself so badly. I’m still cringing. Walked past a rather delicious looking guy. Wasn’t watching where I was going. Fell down three stairs… Landed flat on my face. OMG whyyyyyyyyy. So now, not only am I so stiff I can hardly walk, I have an red rouge to my cheeks that are not going away due to the fact that I keep remembering the "nose smacking onto floor moment". Total Pie in the face moment!

Graceful is just not something I will ever master...

Case studies:

1)    Falling into a combine harvester at the annual Bathurst Ox Braai.

2)    Spending a night in the neurological ward in Durban after concussing myself. (Booze involved)

3)    Having a piece of glass stuck inside my leg for four years after a vase fell on me

4)    Permanently disfiguring my fingerprints due to playing fairies in the garden and basically chopping my finger off with a massive thorn.

5)    Having my entire torso covered in splinters after pulling myself up against a rotten jetty in St Francis Bay.

6)    Sucking on a bottle of Sprite so hard I gave myself a moustache hickie on my upper lip.

OK I can go on forever, you get the point!

So back to the real topic… Girls Dinner. Four of my very special friends and I get together once a week for dinner. We cook for each other, drink wine and catch up. They are my beacons of sanity and these dinners literally are non-negotiable. I thought I’d introduce them to you:

The Godfather: She is the leader of the pack, literally. She is in charge, end of story. And don’t ever try to convince her to go out later then her bedtime. It ‘aint never gonna happen. And she has the best boobs in the world! Just saying.

Princess Gina: PG and I fight a lot. For some reason. I think its because we are so different. But damn I love her. They don’t make women like her anymore, ergo why Stefano is so obsessed with her!

Posh Spice: I could talk about Posh for ages. So I’m just going to keep it short and sweet for now… She is almost as fantastic as Victoria Beckham (her favourite person). However, her tendencies to play Switzerland in our group, promotes her to someone even better than Vic, in my books. What a girl. The day she moves out of neutral territory, we may have a situation on our hands.

The Ex-pat: Sadly the Ex-pat (who I have actually known as long as I have known Husband) is in a land far, far away, trying to acquire a better passport. After all, "The Green Mamba", South Africa has bestowed upon us, is dodgy at the best of times. I miss you Ex-pat, come home soon! It’s just not the same without you here!

I wont lie to you sometimes I want to kill them but I honestly couldn’t live without our dinners at the Godfather’s headquarters. Thanks Godfather I love you my snoekums!

Counting down the hour's ladies!

Have a good Tuesday afternoon ladies and gents.

Kisses,

Namaste,

Ciao,

God Bless,

Love,

Michelle 

Shoes

Happy Monday morning sweet possums!!! Hope you all had a fantastical weekend and only good things happened…

I must say as much as Mondays do really bite, at least its one day closer to the next adventure life is bringing your way. So lets adopt a TGIM attitude today and embrace this annoying yet important day of our lives. Ok, ok, I’m trying to hard to positive, I’d much rather be home curled up in bed with a good book, soft music, scented candles and a bowl of buttery popcorn. But alas here we are. And I have a looming gym session in the headlights. So popcorn just isn’t an option today for this lardy lassy. SIGH!

So this morning while pondering what I would write about today I decided that I would attempt to keep this positive note going (sorry duvet) and write about my favourite things a in the world...

SHOES

Hands down one of the most incredible, fabulous, elegant, striking, exquisite, amazing, fantastical, gorgeous, inspiring things created to make any woman feel like a million dollars. Oh beautiful shoes how I covet your glowing genius that makes me salivate for more and more and more…

                       

  

  

  

And don’t forget the ever drool worthy red sole that always creeps its way into any shoe fantasy! Oh Loubi, oh Loubi where for art thou Loubi? 

  

I LOVE shoes so much they even my favourite shaped biscuit!!!! HAHAHAHAHA

Ok, I need to stop now. I actually am seriously salivating onto my keyboard.

Soooooooo just found out that Heidi Klum and Seal might be seperating. I feel horribly sad. They were without a doubt one of the last few couples that gave us hope in Hollywood marriages. It really is just not cool.

I just hope they remain amicable. I mean they have children. Don't people believe in the sanctity of marriage anymore, You take a vow for a reason. Its a lifetime commitment that needs to be taken a lot more seriously. Hmmmm. Not nice. Marriage is meant to be hard work. Giving up should be a total last resort, otherwise why bother in the first place. Double sigh:( 

But I wont be swayed by this frivolous attitude to love my friends, Mr Right will arrive, not just for me but for all of us... 

I just want to say one thing though, please please please universe can you just make sure Mr Right indulges me and builds me my dream shoe cupboard. Then I promise that I will never divorce him!!!

Now before I leave you I bestow you with the wish of love,

Kisses,

Namaste,

Ciao,

God Bless,

Love,

Michelle