The thing about coloured families...

...well, to be fair, there are MANY things about coloured familes.

Like coloured mothers...but that's for another post.

So it's 4am, which for me - when in the throes of insomnia - is,and I am sorry to say, trashy TV time.

On tonight's list: "How to find a husband" and "Whose wedding is it anyway"

I am in love with weddings and relationships and people being happy and rainbows and butterflies and all things 5 year old girls dream about. Given this, these shows are right up my alley.

They also, however, served to remind me why I will never have that fantasy yacht wedding I always wanted. Well, it's possible - I live in a city by the sea and my parents wold be happy to give me my dream...however...a few things about coloured families sealed my fantasy wedding's fate.

Firstly, the sheer size of our families. And even if you're actual family isn't large, every 4th cousin twice removed will HAVE to be invited. Either because they would kick up a fuss and 10 years later so-and-so will not be speaking to the mother of the bride, or the bride, or the bride's children as a result of previous snub. Elephants and their memory ain't got nothing on a coloured woman scorned.

Secondly, yacht weddings don't allow for buffets. Set portions are not the way we do things. We need to serve enough food to feed half of Cape Town. Trust me, if you were to run out of food, it will be brought up at every subsequent family event...your "stingy catering". Thus, so much food is served that every guest takes some home..."some" should feed their families for the next week...or until the food needs to be thrown out. I use my sister's wedding as a classic example. Over a year later we still have frozen veggies in the deep freezer that had never even been prepared for the wedding.

Lastly, let's not beat around the bush....we were all thinking it...MOST importantly...coloured women and that most prized, cherished possession...their hair.
There is just no way, on God's green and luscious earth, that a family of coloured women are going to feel comfortable with the proximity of the water to their hair. They will definitely not be taking photos on the deck where a wave could have the audacity to break against the yacht and possibly send some droplets in the direction of their heads.

So, no, that is not going down.

*Sigh*

Rugby, rain, cuddling, boots, and hot chocolate

...A few of the many reasons I love winter!

Now imagine my excitement when they all collide at my beloved Newlands!

YES PLEASE!

GFTRC # 4: Labia Movie and Meal deals

So, the Labia theatre do AWESOME movie/meal deals for two.

Basically you're getting two movie tickets and two meals (they have different deals with different restaurants depending on the day of the week) for between R70 and R75 for both!

Considering that at most cinemas a single movie ticket costs around R45 I'd say this is RATHER great!

Went a few weeks back with my boyfriend and tomorrow I'll be going with my lovely Tam-Tam :)

Visit their website for more info: http://www.labia.co.za

Hi my name's Lauren, and I'm a bulemic (blogger)

I have realised, about myself, that I either blog in excess and throw up words on the (virtual) page in a hurry, or I can go days...weeks...months...without needing a fix.

I blame it on my inability to commit (except to Earl Grey and my boyfriend).

I will, however, try very hard to be better...but for the moment, expect a flood of posts of Noah's Ark-like proportions for the next few days while I get it out of my system again. :)

GFTRC #3:Reader's Warehouse

I was in heaven today. n untouchable place where all is well with the world.

It was so beautiful I had to take a moment to appreciate it.

And then wipe away a tear of gratitude.

Reader's Warehouse has just opened in Rondebosch and all their books....a.l.l t.h.e.i.r b.o.o.k.s are R25. Alles. Die hele spul.

What better way to combat this stormy Cape winter than with a great book, a snuggly blanket and, of course, a cup of Earl Grey. It's what God intended.

Awesome books, ridiculous price frankly, so go go go!

GFTRC #2: Indoor cave golf

I have another fun find for the the Recession Conscious :)

At the Waterfront nogal.

It's called Cave Golf, i.e. indoor putt putt. Not only is it genius because you can still go regardless of weather, it's also only R10 per person per round.

It's deceptively tricky and the 18 holes took 3 of us a good hour co complete.

There are worse ways to spend an afternoon.

Go check it out - it's fun :)

Cave Golf:
Situated at the V&A Waterfront. Right next to Scratch Patch which is on the left hand side as you enter the Waterfront.
Open daily from o9h00 til 17h00
(+27 21) 419-9429

Change

I'm resistant to change at the best of times.

I am not adventurous.

And I DO NOT like surprises. Good or bad.

Thus, while I am QUITE aware that this specific change is for the best and a much needed improvement, I still cannot quite accept it.

Last night I attended my old high school's 125th year anniversary. While it was fun seeing old teachers and friends and reminiscing, I was not too pleased about the unveiling of the new uniform. They didn't even give us time to process and accept these changes - no no no - straight away we were hit with this massive surprise with the orchestra girls prancing around in their very un-dishcloth like ensembles :(.

I'm not a sadist, but it's only FAIR that my daughters and the rest of the girls who'll attend Wynberg be treated to the same levels of discomfort and shame the rest of us endured.

My friend Tara made a very valid point - regardless of the uniform, we will MAKE our daughters walk around in the stiffly starched dresses of our time. Not this stylish, flattering vibe they seem to be going for these days. Oh NO. (Waves finger in the air in a "you better save that drama for your mama" sort of fashion)


Long live the dishcloth!