Sunday, November 7, 2010

Unicorn has a new home!

Dear friends and lovers,
The time has come. I have finally registered my own domain! So, instead of reading about my exciting adventures here, please head over to It's pretty, and a whole lot more work is going to be put into it to keep you always informed and entertained.
xo xo

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

And So It Begins...

I am 22 years old. Though I am still studying, I also have a fulltime job, as well as a freelance job. I also have other grown-up things, like a gym membership, eye cream and a savings plan. Oh, and I own a house. But this whole adulthood thing can be pretty daunting at times! Things happen that make you realise that school is nothing more than a distant memory of when we were skinnier and played team sports.
One of these things has just happened. The first girl from the St Anne's class of 2006 has gotten engaged! Don't get me wrong, she's beyond lovely and from what I hear he's the perfect guy. It's just... scary. Because from now on every week will hold new engagement announcements and invites to kitchen teas and baby showers. On that note, there are already TWO class of 2006 babies that have been... had. [I was going to say spawned, but it seems a bit harsh.]
So, I guess that leaves just one thing to do:
Hello, rest of my life. Please treat me well. Ta.
Future Wedding Unicorn.
PS. If you're planning on having your 'special day' soon, check out this amazing competition on Kim Gray's blog here. She was the very worthy winner of the 2010 SA Blog Awards Best Fashion Blog.

The Social Network

Last night we [me, The Ministress of Snark and Irish] checked out a ‘special’ screening of The Social Network at Ster Kinekor in Sandton City, thanks to Seth over at 2oceansvibe. After having already taken America by storm, the film only releases next Friday in South Africa. But is well worth seeing, even if you think there are too many spoiler alerts out there. Not to ruin it for you, but there’s this guy, right? And he invents Facebook

Jesse Eisenberg is a class actor who pulls the role of Facebook-founder Mark Zuckerberg very well. Zuckerberg is portrayed as a socially inept whizz kid who borders on sociopathic when it comes to ambition and anyone or anything that might just stand in his way.

The movie has no single, mammoth climax. But despite this it remains interesting throughout and you’ll learn a lot you never knew about Facebook and how it got to where it is today. It is funny at times without trying too hard, and dramatic in small details and mumbled lines. The Social Network shows the dark side of many things: of money, of power, of ambition and of the revolution of digital social media. Ideas get stolen, people get screwed over, friends become enemies and pub nights are replaced by supermodels and multi-million dollar lawsuits. It’s thrilling, and I did not walk out hating Zuckerberg. Rather, I walked out inspired by the drive some people have, and also, in a sense, slightly frightened by it. Money and power are dangerous little monsters, it appears. And as we all move into a sphere where we live in-, on- and through this thing we call the internet, do remember: you may be living the digital revolution, but sometimes the hangover you get from it is a very real one.

Shot, Seth, You're cool.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Play the #TwitterThesis Game With Me!

Hello, friends
As some of you know, I am currently in the throes of writing my thesis. It's about social media, specifically Twitter and I have chosen to do it about Twitter, through Twitter and to publish some of it on Twitter, in order to demonstrate the function and power of this social medium thingy [don't worry, I don't say 'thingy' in my thesis.] It is pretty interesting, covering topics from computer-mediated community formation, so Twitter and the law, Twitter and politics, new media vs old media and much more.
For this purpose I have started a hashtag: #TwitterThesis. So now anyone who wants to participate can use this hashtag. [By the way, if you don't have a clue what I'm talking about because you don't "get" Twitter, get off my blog, or get on Twitter. Okay I'm kidding about the first part. You can carry on reading, but it really will not mean much to you.]
So, on Saturday I have to present my #TwitterThesis to a room full of suits who are old and oozing academicalness [yet another term not used in my #TwitterThesis]. Now, they expect us to do a Powerpoint presentation, or use the overhead projector, or print handouts, anything along those lines. But rather than participate in these archaic time- and/or paper-wasting methods, I am doing something different.
In front of me I will have my laptop, connected to the Internet. I will have my Twitter page open and in the few minutes before I start talking I will be doing updates for all to see. Stuff like, for example:
  • Okay, about to present my #TwitterThesis. Wish me luck!
  • Remember to play the #TwitterThesis game in the next few minutes as I present it to 'The Board'.
  • Also, guys, please no weird sex references and such when using #TwitterThesis, please. This is serious. [@BarryTuck I'm looking at you.]
  • Ready to give some thoughts on #TwitterThesis? Aaaaand go! All updates will show up on the screen for 'The Board' to see.
And as I present the #TwitterThesis, I will hit refresh every now and then on the #TwitterThesis hashtag search page. See, this will demonstrate the function of the hashtag, shed some light on the processes I have used in order to do this #TwitterThesis through Twitter, and it will demonstrate the power of Twitter, overall proving the point of the #TwitterThesis.
So, if you are on Twitter and you do follow me [if you don't, please do], please play along. The presentation will only be about 15 minutes long, but for those 15 minutes I need you to please bombard me with opinions on Twitter as a new, digital, social medium with the power to do many many things.
Will you play along, please?

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Mont Blanc John Lennon Event

On Tuesday I went to the launch of the Mont Blanc range that celebrated John Lennon's life, as he would have turned 70 last Saturday. The first thing I can say is I want one of those pens! Maybe not the one going for about R200 000, but definitely one of them.
The event was held at the Sandton Sun, which is a dazzling venue! Did you know that they have one of the only three 'genuine' [read: amazingly awesome] concierges in South Africa? The other one, of course, being Official Concierge of Lizeland. We were on the San Deck, which comes highly recommended for fancy events, a romantic dinner or just drinks with friends.
Now, unfortunately we did not get gift bags with John Lennon pens in them [although that would SO have been the case in Lizeland], but we did have a comprehensive 'tour' of all of the pens. Very impressive stuff, I must say! Details such as Tanzanites and Sapphires for his iconic glasses, to a self portrait of him engraved on the pen, peace signs and important dates. It's a stunning range, and well worth the money if you love pens and/or John Lennon.
Arno Carstens played a few songs, including his own rendition of Imagine, which was beautifully done. Carstens has been in the UK for a few years now, and despite landing exciting gigs such as playing for Yoko Ono's fundraiser, he says that South Africa will always be his number one. Of course.
I was a bit surprised by people walking out during the band's performance, but I could understand everyone leaving straight afterwards. Much as it was a great venue and a wonderful commemoration, it was not the most exciting event i have ever attended. Jeremy Mansfield's excited claim that 'the party only starts now' was clearly false. By the time the clock struck nine most people had already left. But overall the event was well planned and the choice of venue was excellent.
PS. If any of you happen to run into my parents between now and Christmas, kindly mention to them that their wonderful daughter would just LOVE one of these [the pens, not the hotel.]

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

More Crazed Fans

Follow yesterday's post about the war on Justin Beaver haters, I simply had to share this with you. It is amazing. This time it's a Britney Spears fan who's angry about everyone being mean to her.
The best part? I think that's a GUY! [Can't be sure, though. It's all very confusing.]
Thanks, Rick Bosch, for sharing.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Beware The Bieb Army

I just had to share this with y'all. This kid [he's 14, by the way, and is still wearing braces] has declared war on all Justin Bieber haters. He sounds pretty serious. So, if you are a Justin Bieber haydurr or 'metal-loving f*ckhead' [hey, don't look at me, HE said it], careful. Tiny Bieb's army might kill you in your sleep.
Please watch the video below and enjoy rolling on the floor laughing your arse off [that's ROTFLMAO] with me.

Life's Just a Bowl of Cherries

've been pretty busy, what with this whole Thesis thing hanging over my head. That, and working a fulltime job, and having to write a play, and do another research assignment and give another presentation [all for Honours], all within the next month. It's hectic. Plus I've just discovered Scrubs and that is also taking up much of my time. So I haven't had much time for blogging, and this post is not particularly exciting. Sorry.
Last weekend we went bowling. I think I went bowling once when I was about 15, but I can't even remember it so it doesn't really count. It was for Betty 'La Piep''s birthday [that nickname is a whole blogpost on its own]. And it was fun. We made up nicknames for all of us [I was, of course, Unicorn]. I did not suck and we had a great time cheering one another on. Someone baked cupcakes, which immediately puts this day on the 'Best Day Ever in Lizeland' list. I even put together a pretty sweet bowling outfit, if I say so myself.
So, go bowling with your friends, and spend an afternoon laughing, and wishing everything were neon! Wouldn't that be cool?

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Domestic Disaster

When I was about 10 years old, my childhood BFF and I almost burnt our kitchen down. From there, it didn't get much better. Between being at boarding school [where opportunities to cook/bake were limited and I very nearly failed Homed Economics] and not having the kind of family that gets together to even eat a meal, let alone cook it together, the domestic gene was never really developed in me. But every now and then I get this urge to prove once again how useless I am in the kitchen, and last week I decided to try make tomato and basil bread.
Tomato and basil are two of my favourite things, so when I found this recipe on Jamie Who's amazing blog on Aficianado, I had to try it. And I did. It seemed pretty simple.
You will need:
  • 15 cherry tomatoes, halved
  • 120g flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 3 free range eggs
  • Half a cup milk
  • 125g basil pesto
  • 165g parmesan, grated
I got all of my ingredients from Woolworths, including a delicious organic basil pesto. I used about half the amount of parmesan and added a fistful of mozzarella, but that's just me. And so I began.
Step 1: Set oven to 140 degrees Celsius. Season the halved tomatoes with salt and pepper, drizzle with olive oil and roast for two hours. Simple enough, no?
Ready to go!
Yummy yummy!
Oh. Merde! I am no culinary expert, but I am 99% sure that this is NOT what they are supposed to look like.
So, there you have it. I cannot even roast tomatoes successfully. I spent the rest of that night munching chocolate-covered crunchies [obviously NOT made by me], feeling like a spectacular failure.
But then I decided to try one more time [probably only because I had bought a mountain of rosa tomatoes and would otherwise have nothing to do with them].
Looking good [note: tomatoes are not teeny tiny coals].
We have made it to the oven. This, however, is usually where it all goes wrong. [Prays furiously to the gods of food-making].
But no. It did not go wrong. In fact, besides for the fact that the bread was quite flat [I convinced myself, however, that this was die to the wrong size of bread pan], it was perfect. I put a bit of mozzarella on top and popped it back in the over for another 5 minutes, and voila!
Perfect. Yes, by my standards, this is perfect. And yes, I danced around my kitchen for a good ten minutes, BBM'ing pictures of my success to all of my friends.
So, my advice to you is don't give up. Keep trying, and stay positive, and you might be pleasantly surprised by success. That said, do stop trying at the point where you might hurt yourself, or burn down the kitchen. Rather try a new hobby then. Also, do read Jamie Who's blog, try one of his amazing recipes and note how awesome the Aficianado team looks on the latest NoMU poster here, with make-up and hair done by the lovely Lady Kaye [not me. The other one].

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

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Guys... I am confused. And I need opinions.

When it comes to hair, I am a serial colourist/cutter/changer, whatever I can possibly do [well, have done] to my hair. While during high school my hair was always an average length with an average number of highlights [for a private school girl, anyway], I have been through many phases in the last 3-4 years:

Dark, long. Excuse the schmodel photographs, my house burnt down last year which meant I lost a LOT of my photographs, including most of the ones of me.
Dark, short. Also my phase when I smoked a LOT. [This phase is now over.]
Then this happened:
And we went for this vibe [which I loved but will likely not do again]:
Then we did short, BLONDE. Like, it does not get much blonder than this:
And right now, it looks like this:
And I am loving the long hair because it is just so much fun to play with!
I mean, I think even Taylor Momsen would be proud of my Jenny Humphrey imitation:
But now, I'm considering going dark again. [The hair is staying long, though. I loves the short hair, but I won't be going back to that for a while.] I mean, blonde is fun for summer and all, but I did also like the brunette... But I'm confused! Some say my features stand out more with the blonde, some say that same about the brunette. Some say I look washed out blonde, some say I look scary brunette. [I also did get told I look like Megan Fox when brunette which I do not see at all, but I'll totes take that compliment!] And if I go brunette now it will NOT be easy to bleach it back again. But brunette is a LOT less maintenance. And, and, and... I just don't know. So, I need advice. Blonde Unicorn, or Brunette Unicorn? Do blondes have more fun? Are brunettes more fun? I just don't know what to do... What is your opinion?
Life is hard.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Summer Lovin'

Since spring is here and summer is fast on its way [in fact, Jo'burg seems to have skipped spring entirely], spring/summer shopping had to be done. I'm not done with that yet, but when I am I will do a quick list of my summer must-haves for this year. But for now, my number one summer buy, the ultimate summer must-have, is this:

Hello, Snowcat Diana. Welcome to Lizeland.

If you want one too, head on over to Kameraz in Rosebank Mews. I got this one at a ridiculous bargain! Then again, I did have The Mermaid with me, and everyone knows Mermaids bring good luck. Also, this is me we're talking about. Come on. Kidding! I'm just a Lucky Unicorn.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I Really, REALLY Love Cupcakes

In fact, in Lizeland, cupcakes are subsidised so that everyone can eat them all the time. There is also a Mr Delivery-type service for cupcakes only [which, of course, operates 24/7], and we have National Cupcake Day.
This year for my first birthday party [not me turning one, I just had more than one birthday party], I had a cupcake exchange party. Everyone had to bring 2 or more cupcakes, and we all kind of swapped- you put them on the table and grab whichever others may catch your eye. I ended up having about 300 cupcakes in my house and needless to day it was a very, very happy day. The theme was Alice in Lizeland, which basically meant all things pretty, lacey, polka-dotty or floral, plus one times fab headband. We ate until we could eat no more, I got amazing, thoughtful gifts and after almost everyone had left just a few of us remained and finished it all off with wine and a cheese platter, complete with jam, grapes, crackers and pesto. It was one of my favourite days ever.
Happy birthday me. Love, me. A Tiffany's locket.
I has about 70 cupcakes left after the party because many took 'two or more' as 'fifteen'. But they didn't last a week. If my calculations are correct, I had about 150 cupcakes in August.
Speaking of cupcakes, head on over to Farmgirl's blog for a most fab recipe book giveaway: 500 Cupcakes. If I had this book [which I will now endeavour to find], I would make a point of getting through every single recipe in two years. Wouldn't that be fun?
I really, really love cupcakes.

Monday, September 27, 2010

SA Blog Awards

I am back in Gauteng after a lovely weekend in Cape Town for the SA Blog Awards. Our blog made it to the top 2 for Best Radio/TV Blog.
It was another last-minute madness mission, but well worth it.
The awards were held at The One & Only, which is just lovely. Definitely allowed in Lizeland! Definitely. I would highly recommend going there for drinks, spa treatments and just generally soaking up a luxurious and relaxing vibe.
I went with The Nazi. Highlights include:
  • The MC, Mum-Z. He has been named Minister of MCing in Lizeland. He gets his own masseuse. In fact, he may have 7. Very funny guy, this.
  • The One & Only. Can't even decide if it's prettier in the bright sunlight, at sunset or at night all lit up. But we heart it, a lot.
  • Helen Zille's speech. Very insightful regarding social media [did you know she actually tweets herself? Yup.] Definitely featuring some of her wisdom in my #TwitterThesis.
  • Realising Helen Z and The Mermaid were pretty much wearing the same blazer. Phenom.
  • The Nazi receiving an email mid-ceremony enquiring whether he would be interested in buying eco-friendly hand grenades.
  • Meeting many, many fellow members of the Twitter Fam. Having the Ogilvy Twitterer run up with 'Lize? Lize The Unicorn? I HAD TO come meet you.' and hearing 'I don't follow you, but I do stalk you...'
  • indieBerries winning TWO Awards, after a fairly traumatic experience flying in from South Korea for this.
  • The Mermaid almost falling over the railings, almost taking off her shirt, making me touch her boobs then swearing at me because I wasn't doing it nicely enough [???] and then telling everyone that the only advice they need in life is 'NAME YOUR SON MARMADUKE, THEN PEE ON HIM, IN A CAMEL'. Thanks, Bear Grylls.
  • Mermaid to me: 'to me... you are... like.. a Google image... That is not pixelated... I can almost see you. And from here, you are amazing.'
All round a very successful event. Thanks to Chris for accommodating me, to One & Only for hosting a fabulous event, The Nazi for being my date ['Lize, we must be the most couply un-couple ever.'], and everyone for making it most enjoyable. Well done to all who won, and all who were nominated. See you next year!

Friday, September 24, 2010

I have come to realise that The Nazi [you remember him, right? The really really bad break up that led to the The Story of the Departed Driver’s Licence?] is my BFF, confidant and all-round awesome person without whom I, as it turns out, cannot survive. On Saturday he left for a 5-day mission paddling down the Orange River and I nearly died without his perpetual BBM wonderfulness, advice and company. I think I have abandonment issues. This is what his Facebook wall looked like while he was gone:
Saturday, 18 September, 20h24:
Oh my goodness. I am having serious Stef withdrawal. I am quietly hyperventilating inside. Also, I have cancer of the upper body and may have died by the time you return.If that happens... then I don't know. Something profound and last-wordsy etc.
Sunday, 19 September, 09h19:
Day 2. Withdrawal continues, but I have not yet died. Also, seeing Tracy tomorrow possibly, which might help. I can get all teary about how we used to talk and show her screen shots of our BBM conversation as I sob over the fact that you left me for this ridiculous river whatsit mission. Also, I came to a most profound... conclusion today. In three years I have gone from having 4 sugars in my coffee to just 1. I am an adult.
Uhff. EVERYONE is being a douchetard. And you are not here for me to complain to.
Monday, 20 September, 13h04:
Have made it to Monday without dying.
Also, have listened to The Suit Song 37 times since Saturday.
Tuesday, 21 September, 04h28:
Had dinner with Tracy last night. She now has a crazy person texting her. Long story. Then had a dream about you. But it was basically you driving, telling me about some girl. And me, bored. Very realistic, I think, except that your car was lime green. Up at 4 today, on air again. *blink blink*
Too little coffee. Too much Stef Withdrawal (note: upper case). Also, am I the ONLY person who writes on your wall?!
Just phoned Kurt Darren for his address.Stef, come back.
In the amount of time I have just spent fretting over the fact that I have no milk (just realised. Up at 4. To go now (but am already in bed and had a fucking long day) and get less sleep (4am is no joke) or have either no coffee tomorrow, or black coffee? What to do?!) I could probably have driven to the Free State, milked a cow and still had naps before 4am wake-up call. Tomorrow I'm driving around Pretoria in a Jeep with Kurt Darren giving out R200 000 to charity people things. On the plus side, you are back tomorrow and I can cease my perpetual panic due to Steflessness. Also, I conclude that I am, in fact, the only person who writes on your wall.
PS you are my favourite and I love you and I cannot wait for you to come back.
PPS if something has happened to you (death included) and you are, in fact, not coming back tomorrow because of this 'something', I will drive to Namibia (after fixing my rim which I have really royally fucked up) and drag your Nazi arse to my house and subject you to 24/7 uncensored stories of the dramas of my life. Dramas like, for example, this milk thing. Still haven't made my mind up re milk.
Listening to Suit Song. Play count: 52.
Wednesday, 22 September, 16h40:
Stef......WHERE ARE YOU?!?!
So, I just got a flight and am off to Cape Town in four hours [MERDE! MUST PACK!] to see him. Kidding. It's to attend to SA Blog Awards ceremony. The Just Plain Breakfast Blog made it to the top 2 for Best Radio/TV Blog.
More news later! For now, I must pack...

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Small Change

Things are crazy right now. I'm at our Good Morning Angels golf day at Gardener Ross. I'm sitting at this golf estate, fingers too cold to type, in purple Pringle bobby socks with two computers in front of me as well as my Canon SLR, a Blackberry, a very temperamental wireless network and free cupcakes and -Starbucks all day. Can you handle it?
Anyway, yesterday. That is what this post is about. I woke up at 4am, picked up Kurt Darren [yeah, I know! Me too.] and spent the morning changing people's lives. Okay, I didn't do much, I just work for the people making it all happen. But it was amazing. I shed tears [more than once] and despite a bit of drama I came back feeling like my heart may explode. And I conclude that the best way to start any day it to make other people smile. It might even beat free Starbucks! [Okay, wait... I'm not sure. That's a bit of a toss up... Can't decide.]
Anyway, you can read more about the day here. We changed the lives of four families in four hours with R120 000.
Here are some pictures I took from the car in Pretoria CBD. I love it. The old buildings, the bustle, the mix of people, the giant Jacarandas. I love it all. I was one times Happy Unicorn, all fuzzy and warm inside.
And the best part? Anyone can make a difference. Because a small difference multiplied by a million people is a BIG difference.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Search for Cherry Red

Restaurant reviews. I don't do them. But I have just found the place that has validated a whole new feature in this blog. And that place is Thomas Maxwell Bistro.
After reading The Chef Princess' blog post about the restaurant here, I knew I had to try this place out. I mean, she's from Cape Town, and lists it as her favourite restaurant. Capetonians NEVER show Jo'burg that much love. It had to be pretty spectacular. And what better occasion than a friend visiting from the Mother City?
Tracy is one of those almost annoyingly perfect people. I love her very much, but I admit to frantically searching for a flaw in her. She is a pretty girl with a great body, brains AND the oh-so-uncommon gift of common sense. She is funny and sweet, she has a good career going, head screwed on right. She loves her family, is sure about her religion, exercises a lot and is the kind of optimistic, well-mannered girl you not only want to take home to mum and dad, but show to your kids someday and threaten them with their inheritance if they don't find a partner exactly like that. She walks in briskly, armed with poise, a big smile and an air that says she has been manically busy all day, even though she looks fresh and composed.
Tracy is also very charming. So when the two men behind us are delivered a ceramic tray stacked with cupcakes [cue my unstoppable '[Gasp!] Cupcakes!' in the otherwise hushed restaurant], she somehow gets us each a cupcake from them. I love her. I love them. I love Thomas Maxwell already.
The decor is eclectic without hurting the eyes. Bare brick walls and brass and leather chairs that look like something my parents may have sat on in school juxtapose crisp white linen to give it a cosy yet cosmopolitan feel. And the small touches keep it interesting- mismatched black and white tiling, a large pin stripe counter, luxurious fabrics and an array of objects that keep you looking back for more unexpected finds.
We ordered wine by the glass in light of both of us having to be up at ridiculously hours [me at 4am and Tracy at 5am] and I went with Klein Steenberg's Sauvignon, which was light and fresh, perfect for the lovely summery evening.
Tracy was perfectly boring and had a salad. She asked me not to mention her boringness but I have to. Although I have to add that Thomas Maxwell's 'make your own salad' is a great idea and so she got exactly what she wanted, always a plus. Can we have this sort of feature on a menu for men too, please? Ta.
I had, by Chef Princess' recommendation, mussels with garlic, lemon and parsley cream served with crispy pomme frites. The sauce was tasty without fighting for the spotlight with the strong flavour of the mussels and the portion size is perfect for mains. And indeed, who doesn't love an excuse to lick their fingers? Presentation is done beautifully [the mussels more rustic while the salad looked as though much effort had been put in] without the food presented such that one does not know quite how to negotiate the first bite.
Because of the cupcake starter we had, dessert was not ordered. No regrets, though, as it simply means I will have to return to Thomas Maxwell. I already have a mental list of what I will order next time.
But then came the best part. Those two men, with the cupcakes? They never ordered those. No. Those come with your bill. Instead of the done-to-death breath mints, Thomas Maxwell places before you your bill and a tower of cupcakes.
Yes, you heard me.
This is officially, then, the best restaurant. Globally. Number one in Lizeland. I will be back.
And not just for the cupcakes. Thomas Maxwell is cherry red.
The other exciting part of the night was [part 1] Tracy and I spotting some very fine looking mens and [part 2] Tracy sending her number to one of them! Outside, on the lotto card holder thing around the corner, Tracy scribbled a note on a page torn from my moleskine and sent it to their table with a waitress. Will there be a [part 3]? Stay tuned.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Weekend Wars

Because we fight for the weekend to last forever.
Saturday was Adillah's birthday. To celebrate I joined her, her man [who is only the most perfect boyfriend on the planet], Kazi and Mpumi [Ministress of Snark] at The Westcliff Hotel. I hadn't seen Kazi and Mpumi in what felt like years, so this morning [turned afternoon] of fabulosity was WAY overdue.
The Westcliff comes highly recommended by many [including 2oceansvibe, so we know we're not playing around here], and there is a good reason for that. It is officially my favourite place in Jo'burg and I want to live there. Please can I?
Upon arrival a driver [mine was Calvin and he is just lovely] takes you to wherever you need to go in a Club Car. This is a blessing as The Westcliff is very hilly and of course one must wear heels to The Westcliff. There simply is no other way.
We went to the Polo Lounge for high tea. Boschendal Blanc du Noir [the official pink wine of Team Lilac], chocolate cake, cucumber sandwiches, mini haloumi wraps, scones with strawberries and cream and, of course, CUPCAKES. Top all of this delicious food off with a view to die for and the best friends a girl could ask for and you get the perfect Saturday! In fact, I think this may become a weekly ritual.
This does NO justice to the view. The infinity pool is also beyond amazing. We love infinity pools.
Gorgeous sisters of mucho mucho talent.
Birthday girl and her man, who flew in from England for this!
Shucks, you guys shouldn't have...
Fairly self-explanatory, I think.
Even if you have to pretend it's your birthday, do order one of these bad boys.
That is not lens flare. It's sprinklings of amaze.
Fabulous. Life is not kak.