Monday, October 26, 2009

In Loving Memory


In loving memory of my Nanny Annie - 19 November 1940 to 22 October 2009

I wrote this some time ago for my Nan and am not going to edit it to the present because I didn’t write it now, I wrote it then. She passed away last week Thursday after a two year battle against the dreaded Cancer. She gave it her all. So in honour of you my beautiful Nan here is my special tribute to you. I will remember this piece because I called you and interviewed you for it. I love you forever! Rest now.

I happen to believe that grandparents are amongst the most special people we have in our lives. They are so full of amazing stories, great history and far reaching wisdom. They most definitely should not be shelved and allowed to grow dusty because they might ramble bit. NO! I say pull up a comfy chair and listen and cherish, even if it’s for the hundredth time, because you just don’t know if that will be the last.
I am lucky enough to have had two grandmothers in my life. . One already passed and dearly missed, the other still here and her- beautiful-self.
To you my Nan, I dedicated this post.
She is an amazing woman whom I have the privilege of being related to by actual blood. I know she’s beautiful, isn’t she?
When I picture her in my head, it’s always a sunny day. She is sitting on her stoop with a glass of red wine next to her, wearing her white dress which is pulled up to the top of her thighs, sunning her, still, amazing legs and just utterly radiating her glow. Nan, you’ve always had the most amazing energy. Ky and I often say that his cottage is the best because it still has a bit of your energy left in it. When you walk into that little house you just automatically relax. It’s quite something.
Anne Christine Goodwin Carter Kay. Born in the West Midlands on November 19, 1940 to Douglas Jeremy Goodwin & Dorothy May Goodwin. Can you believe this woman is 69? Hells bells, she is one belta of a granny that’s for sure. The best part being that her genes are an integral part of my genetic make up! HaHa. I know you’re so flippen jealous right now. Naa NaNa Naa Naa!
My Nan was the first of 4 children and was mainly brought up by her grandparents, Nanny & Granddad Tom. She married Kenneth John Carter when she was 19. They went on to have 4 amazing children, my mother being the third. My Granddad Ken was offered a job as the MD of Salter Scales here in Parkmore. So my Nanny Annie & Granddad Ken packed up their brood and moved over to South Africa. Sadly Granddad Ken died when my mom was fifteen leaving my Nan with four children to raise and put through school. I know from the many stories that the loss of my granddad, not only a provider and husband but also the love of her life, was a huge up hill struggle for my Nan. I am glad to report that my Nan did a sterling job. She is a true survivor and inspiration to me. I am eternally grateful to her because without her I would not have the amazing mother I do and intern I would not exist. So to you my beautiful Nan, I say thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I remember when I was a little girl my Nan had a flat in Bechlue. I used to spend countless weekends there. She had this huge cream wall unit with gold lines on it, and in the bottom cupboard was a huge box of toys, most memorable for me was this green puppet with an extremely long nose & the tea set that I would spend happy hours playing with. I had this amazing little apron; it was brown and white and had a huge owl on the front. I would put it on and make tea, which consisted of cold water, milk and sugar, for my mom. She would say, “No thanks my Nu, I don’t feel like tea right now.” And my Nan would say in a very stern voice, “Now Sarah, the child has made you tea. Drink it!” That is so funny. Sorry mom and thank you Nan. That just wouldn’t be funny if my mom was allowed to refuse.
I had my own gown and mini toothbrush – special for my tiny teeth- at my Nan’s flat. My Nan would always run me huge bubble bath. After my bath she would dry me with a huge fluffy towel, lay me out on her bed and cover me from head to tow with powder, applied with a soft powder poof. Oh, I loved every minute of it.
Now I have to tell you that if I spent the weekend with my Nan we would go to the Jo’burg Zoo early on the Sunday morning. It was a sort of standing ritual for me. Some Saturday evenings, after my bubble bath and powdering, she would sit me down and say, “Now Jessie we aren’t going to the Zoo in the morning because Nan works very hard all week and wants a bit of a lie in. Do you understand my love?” and I would say, “Yes Nanny.”
The next morning at 5 o’clock sharp I would go stand next to my Nan’s bed. She says she would wake and see staring back at her these huge blue eyes. I would say, “Nanny is it time to go to the Zoo yet?” My poor Nan, all she wanted was to have a bit of lie in. But she would get up and cook me eggs and sausages, pack all the bread and veggies in her fridge into a bag and off we would go to the Zoo to feed the animals. A turkey gobbled my finger on one occasion and I have been petrified of them ever since. Serves me right for not letting my Nan have a lie in, non the less, I would like to say thank you again to my beautiful Nan for getting up and lugging me to the Zoo for all those years, for powder poofing me and making me eggs and sausages. I love you and feel bad for the rest of the grandchildren because I had the most of you.
My Nan gave me this lovely silver chain with a big blue eye pendant hanging off of it. She used to tell me, “Now you behave yourself or else your Nan will know. I can always see you.” I flippen lost it and have been searching all over for one. The other day I went into the Dreamcatcher Shop in Fourways and there they were. Sho, I almost spontaneously combusted there and then! They’re rather pricey but at least I know where to get one when I have the moola.
We used to sing songs to. I think I have my Nan to thank, yet again, for my theme song addiction. I don’t know if any of you will remember this but on the way to Sandton City on the road somewhere was a huge statue of a black horse rearing up. We had a special song for when we drove past him. It went like this:
Horseeeeey cock your tail up
Cock your tail up
Cock your tail up
Cock your tail up in the air
Bing
Awesome? Hells yeah!
Here’s another she taught my brother and I on the way to the Kruger Park. I sing this song regularly and have tried on numerous occasions to teach it to my friends.
Ohhhh, you can come and see the baby if you care to call
He’s lying by his mommy in a wee white shall
He looks so cute and spanky, like a dumpling in a hanky
And we’re going to call him William Angus Timothy John McCall
And and, my mom had to remind me how this one went. My Nan taught it to us once when she took us to Fibber Magee’s, a regular restaurant she visited, and we ate Paddy’s Pratties – fried potato wedges served with a bacon and cheese sauce. Here goes;
When I was a little boy
My grandma gave me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling
Ohhh,
My ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Wow, and again
My ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
We used to giggle because it sounds rude but it’s not really. Silly children, your Nan would never teach you a rude song!
I was lucky enough to have my Nan live right next door to me - in the cottage closest to my mom’s house which my brother now lives in - when I was a teenager. I would spend hours sitting chatting to her, doing her nails and giving her massages. We would fantasize that she would meet this amazingly handsome rich man and we would travel the world in his private jet, eat amazing food and by pretty cloths. She didn’t meet a very rich man but she did meet James Kay, who is utterly doting on her. They moved to a very small town called Wakkerstroom, which has only got one stop street, maybe two. They bought a house that used to be the old hotel, back in the Voortrekker days and have made it so beautiful. Just like an English countryside cottage. It’s quite comical because my Nan is a right pommy and can’t speak a word of Afrikaans yet she lives in a totally Afrikkans dorpie which is inhabited & surrounded by a whole bunch of big Afrikaans farmers. Luckily Jimmy is a fluent in die taal. All the locals call her Tannie Annie.
Nan you are so beautiful and wise and funny and full of fun. You’re the epitome of a lady. I love that you give me all your old makeup and cloths because you have such amazing style. I can only hope that there is a bit of you, not just your genes, in me. I love you so tremendously. Always know that.
Too you my Nan…
LT
x

Monday, October 19, 2009

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE


I received an e-mail this morning with this poem and love it so much I thought I post it and share it wit you all.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a youth she's content to leave behind...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder.... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect... but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go.
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or a charming Inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...
Author Unknown

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

WORD

ooooo, look it's Alice, nooooo-ways! Ky told me about the new remake by Tim Burton. I am so excited. I know the Disney one off by heart. I can sing every song.

It's going to be amazing. I am excited to see it as it (in my opinion) was written by Lewis Carroll tripping his balls off. Only a person who has eaten acid can think of a story like this!

So In honor of Tim Burtons Alicen in Wonderland, due for release in 2010, todays "WORD" shall be:

be⋅guile
–verb (used with object), -guiled, -guil⋅ing.

1. to influence by trickery, flattery, etc.; mislead; delude.
2. to take away from by cheating or deceiving (usually fol. by of): to be beguiled of money.
3. to charm or divert: a multitude of attractions to beguile the tourist.
4. to pass (time) pleasantly: beguiling the long afternoon with a good book.






Johnny, Helena & Miss Hathaway are going to rule!



Chinese Cherry Blossom



From the Body Shop. You have to love this stuff.

Thanks my beautiful Dad!

shiny jingles



This pretty is from my very great old girls Lauryn & Tracey. It goes so well with my Nana’s antique charm bracelet. The old with the new. Luuuub it!

not the memory desk. mmm mmm.


So my other present from Gaz and my Mom were two doors and four A Frames. The are currently sitting in an L shape in my studio. As you know from the previous post I am using them as desks. The one for my PC will be my memory desk, which I will post pictures of once she is done.

This one (above) is my work bench for framing and upholstery and drawing and what ever else I may need a large work surface for. I'm just gonna cover it in some sweet wall paper and put glass on top. That way I figure if I tired of the current wall paper I can just exchange it for a new pattern or design. Renewable. YAY!

oooo, we popped Lucy's cherry. yes we did.

Everyone, this is Lucy. She is my new Diana F+ camera.

I follow a blog called a photo a day by Nicole Velleman. She takes amazing photographs with her Polaroid and Holga camera and I always wanted a Polaroid but the film is so rare. She did a post on the Diana with a link to lomography website. I checked it out and flip did I get excited. You can buy the Diana Deluxe Kit which has the Diana F+ camera, 7 lenses, 2 view finders and a flash. You have to buy the instant developer back separately. The big pull was the film is readily available, instant and regular.

So obviously I am super excited and call Gaz and am all, check out this site. So he did and found a shop in Cape Town, he called them and they referred him to a shop in Rosebank. He totally got me the camera for my birthday. Well it's actually a join present cause I'm not much of a photographer. So he takes the photos and I direct.

I really wanted this camera so I could make a memory desk. How you may ask? By taking a plain door and mounting it on two A Frames. I am gonna paint the door white, do an illustration of tree in the middle and fill in the rest with photographs, letters, postcards and memorabilia. I am such a sentimental fool. Then cover it with glass. AWESOME? You know it.

So here is one of the first photo's we took (I say "one of" because the first couple were a bit of a learning curve). I like this one a lot.


Victoria


This is, Victoria, our beautiful Eucalyptus cladocalyx tree at the bottom of our garden.
She asked me to say hello to you all.
so, HELLO!
♥♥♥

Friday, October 9, 2009

WORD


unnamed by ulijona o's
found on Audrey Hepburn Complex

So I was battling a bit for this week's "WORD". I was browsing a photography blog I love called "Audrey Hepburn Complex" looking for a picture that would depict utter relaxation. I didn't exactly find one but I did find the above photograph. It grabbed me because I will spend this weekend in my PJ's working in my new and improved studio. I hope to finish framing, hanging & photographing art works & the last of my bday pressies.

Ans so this weeks "WORD" shall be

in⋅spi⋅ra⋅tion

–noun
1.an inspiring or animating action or influence: I cannot write poetry without inspiration.
2.something inspired, as an idea.
3.a result of inspired activity.
4.a thing or person that inspires.
5.Theology.
a.a divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon the mind or soul.
b.the divine quality of the writings or words of a person so influenced.
6.the drawing of air into the lungs; inhalation.
7.the act of inspiring; quality or state of being inspired.

when the sky turns from day to night

The vintage inspired dinner party. Yesss!


Extreme close up.
Top left to right:
Mel, Nina, Tracey, Siaan, Lauryn
Bottom left to right:
Dave, Al, Stef, Craig, Me

The day turns...

to night. We ate and drank and danced under the African stars.

Me & Lolly. Funny eyes Kyle & Gaz.
All so beautiful. *sighs*

presents. not all but some.

I had one of the best birthdays I've had in years. No lies. Spoiled flippen rotten.
Here are just a few of the amazing gifts I received:


My pretty orange roses from Mel & Craig. And an amazingly pretty vintage postcard from my brother Kyle. He bought it at an amazing little shop called Deer Hunter.



My new Trenery dress and genuine leather tan waist belt from Gaz. Oooo did he only spoil me.



Left to right.
Me, in my new shirt-dress from Ky, with Lola helping me set up the present table outside.
The present table:
Roses, pot plant, rooibos face mask, 100% organic aloe hair mask, Marula bath oil, Ferrero's & a most amazing book on upholstery from Mel & Craig.
Haagen Dasz, Ferrero's & running shoes from my little brother, Daniel, my beautiful mom and step dad, Joe.
The Feist, The Reminder from Ky.
The Twilight Sound Track from my great uncle Bruce.
I'll post more when I have photographed them.

they know all about my sugarcane...


On the Saturday my dad wanted to give Gaz a go on his bike. The crowd was rounded up and the two bikes were loaded with three 4x4’s following suite, we set off for the cane fields.

What I day. We followed the bikes through the cane, stopped at a huge sand quarry where Gaz switched with my dad and carried onto a little pub on the beach aptly named BeachBums. We all had a drink then and set off home.

So much fun!

Left to right:

Gaz going up a huge cane field hill. Dust face in the sand quarry & a classic shot of Al next to a “no bikes” sign.


The sea.


Left to right:

A ship wrecked just of the shore at Beach Bums. Beautiful shell of what must have been an awesome beach house. My dad on his boney.



The drivers and their faithful steeds sporting the classic “Captain” pose.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

La Mer, Flow and so much La La La

On Wednesday the 23rd of October at 18h00 we departed for Durbs. Every year around my birthday I get ants in my pants and NEED to see my dad. I lived with him when I was growing up and am a total daddy's girl. My father is clever as hell and behaves like an eighteen year old! Love him madly!

Anyhoo, here are a few snaps form our little adventure:



It is a tradition to go to Marine Parade when we are in Durbs. Gaz and I always go and sit at the Steers and have a banana milkshake.





Gaz & I doing a pose at U'Shaka against a way cool container. Love the Grey & blue!!


The new Moses Mabhida 2010 soccer stadium and a really colourful building in Durban City Center.


The banana tree in my dad's garden. Interesting fact. Banana tree's only flower once and then die that's why they grow in three's. The mature one that flowers and produces banana's, the middle aged one and the new baby one that's just sprouted from the seed. COOL! My dad told me that. I hope I got it right.

The second shot is of an old beautiful building in Durban City Center. It's going to be demolished. What a shame!!!

Tune in tomorrow for the second installment!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

132! Yes 132...


Yay, my USB and PC made up their little tiff!

Remember me mentioning we baked One Hundred & Thirty Two cupcakes on the weekend of my birthday?

Well the photo below was taken about half way through. A friend of ours, Lance, is the sue chef at Cantare Supper Club in Monte Casino. He had to supply and ice 100 cupcakes for a clients twenty first birthday invitations! Of course our cupcake recipe is so awesome we were asked to bake them. We baked until about one am on Saturday morning.

The additional twenty four were for work on Monday.

Mmmm, cupcakes!


Friday, October 2, 2009

WORD

Hey Ho Lets Go!
Ok, so I know that I haven’t posted in a while but I have been so super busy plus my silly old computer at home is having serious issues saving my photo’s onto my USB stick.

Sunday 20 September was my 25th birthday. We had a small family braai at my moms place in honor of the occasion as well as a farewell to my Great Uncle Bruce who was visiting from the UK. He had to depart at 16h00 so it had to be an early one! I live less than 5m from my mom’s house (lucky – I know) and I was not going to be late! So there I am at 11h00 saying to the boys (Gaz & Ky) hurry up we have to leave now. First Ky is all “Wait I cant find my camera.” Then Gaz is all, “I have to pee”, I said, “Pee when we get there, 30 seconds is not a long time to hold it.” Gaz comes out of the loo and Ky’s all “Wait I need to pee”. Hells bells! Then I walk out side and see the gate opening and low and behold there is my Bestest Estest Smellershe Schlaupscher & he Mr. Craigers in her new A4 (over achiever that one)
Q screaming.

I had a fabulous day. Loads of presents. Spoiled rotten! Awesome chicken al Joe (my step dad). Photo shoot. Chiffon Cake. Oh did I mention we baked ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO cup cakes. Yes you read right. 132.

O will post pics when stupid old computer decides to friends with my USB again.

Then on Wednesday last week we departed for Durb’s to go and see my beautiful dad. We had a most amazing time. My father is like any other 20 something. All his friends are my age. They all call him “Madala” and really look up to him. Gaz and I shopped on the Thursday. Friday we had a braai and got smashed. Saturday my dad wanted to give Gaz a go on his new KTM 300 and so he organized his riding buddy and all the mates and off we went for a jaunt through the sugar cane fields up to “Beach Bums” and back home for another braai. Sunday we spent the day at the Durban Undersea Club (members only) drinking Margaritas in the sun and watching the dolphins chase schools of fish in the coral reef. Heaven – I think so. Sadly we departed back home that evening.

Now that’s when the real craziness began. Tomorrow I am having a “Vintage Inspired” dinner party. I have planned everything down to a “T”, even timed the sunset!

Well I spent Monday night spring cleaning the inside of my cottage( thanks bob we did the outside the weekend of my bday). Gaz went shopping at builders for tables and lights and extension cords after work.. Kyle had to go and pick up my 40 candles. Of course being the OCD person I am I had to seat up a table with full dressing and we ate dinner there just to see what its going to be like. I had to pack everything away after…

Tuesday I sort of was stuck in limbo (because I don’t have a car) and just bossing Gaz around. He had to go get all non perishables and the booze.

Wednesday polished the silver & gave my stamp of approval to the most amazing playlist al'Kyle!!

Last night went to see my Nan. Craig went to collect my 20m of fairy lights. I went and raided my mom’s kitchen for platters. Put them, the wine glasses & shooter glasses through the dishwasher. Finished off all my photo props. And I slept. Hells Yeah! 12 hours straight. No waking up. I feel fantastic today. 2 weeks of no more the 4 hours is hell let me tell you! I just get too excited. On Monday night I had a nightmare about cup cakes – CUP CAKES!!!

Well tomorrow is the big day and I am so excited and I can hardly contain myself.

So in honor of the way I have been feel for the past two weeks here is today’s “WORD”

e⋅bullient

–adjective
1. overflowing with fervor, enthusiasm, or excitement; high-spirited: The award winner was in an ebullient mood at the dinner in her honor.
2. bubbling up like a boiling liquid.

"Ebullient" is a way awesome word. Better than excitement.


This pictures is called, "Marcelline" by, "taylorsmith" via deviantART.

This is so how I feel. The last leg. YAYNESS!!!