It's the day after my 29th birthday and I feel good. So so fuckin' good!!!!!!
I just want to open the door, stand on the balcony and shout it out. My no-money neighbours would be chuffed, the new-money ones would be appalled and just give me dirty looks but my old-money ones would write me a letter of complaint on the finest paper mulla can buy and someone from the Body Corporate crew would ring me first thing Monday morning to discuss the 'incident'. So... there will be no shouting anything out. I'll simply put on some reggae tunes, write a little and boogie the afternoon away in my fluffy robe.
So much has happened since my last post. I simply don't know where to start. I've been eating less take-out, drinking less cheap wine and watching less dodgy films. Yes. I'm a better human being now that I'm not constantly bloated + hungover and searching high and low for my glasses before sprinting off to work. Since a country getaway a couple of weeks ago, I've started thinking about a healthier lifestyle and what organic 'this and that' I can afford. I've found a new GP, a South African who understands lobola and why I need my skin to look like that of a newborn. Also, I've started culling people in my life who don't seem to add value and I guess I'm on the road to mending true friendships I didn't value and loved ones I've neglected along my merry way.
Fashion-wise... I snapped up a pair of Alexander McQueen pumps that 'spoke to me' at the Miss Louise super sale. Had to get ghetto on some ladies to get to where my bad boys were. Oh they look so good but they hurt like hell:(
So much has happened since my last post. I simply don't know where to start. I've been eating less take-out, drinking less cheap wine and watching less dodgy films. Yes. I'm a better human being now that I'm not constantly bloated + hungover and searching high and low for my glasses before sprinting off to work. Since a country getaway a couple of weeks ago, I've started thinking about a healthier lifestyle and what organic 'this and that' I can afford. I've found a new GP, a South African who understands lobola and why I need my skin to look like that of a newborn. Also, I've started culling people in my life who don't seem to add value and I guess I'm on the road to mending true friendships I didn't value and loved ones I've neglected along my merry way.
Fashion-wise... I snapped up a pair of Alexander McQueen pumps that 'spoke to me' at the Miss Louise super sale. Had to get ghetto on some ladies to get to where my bad boys were. Oh they look so good but they hurt like hell:(
Then a few days later, I finally bought something that I had put on my vision board, a Herve Leger dress. I bought my first Freakum Dress after seeing a Naija fashionista rocking one on Bella Naija, researching the construction of the dresses and eyeing all the different styles for close to two years. On the night of its purchase, I'd also been thinking about a recent-ish trip to Singapore where I almost did the plunge.
Rewind to Singapore
Defensive Angie walked into the ION Herve Leger boutique in full geek mode and minutes later emerged from the dressing suite (not changing room) looking tastefully thick and quite sumptuous. I looked like a star. While the sales associate squealed with glee and handed me a sparkling water, I was calculating what buying a dress would mean financially. I could hardly breathe in my favourite style but purchasing it would mean I'd have to put it on two cards. I felt like a trillion dollars but I'd been raised by two accountants and I just couldn't do it. It didn't make financial sense. I left feeling rather deflated and headed straight to good ol' ZARA where I found a tunic that did.
Rewind to Singapore
Defensive Angie walked into the ION Herve Leger boutique in full geek mode and minutes later emerged from the dressing suite (not changing room) looking tastefully thick and quite sumptuous. I looked like a star. While the sales associate squealed with glee and handed me a sparkling water, I was calculating what buying a dress would mean financially. I could hardly breathe in my favourite style but purchasing it would mean I'd have to put it on two cards. I felt like a trillion dollars but I'd been raised by two accountants and I just couldn't do it. It didn't make financial sense. I left feeling rather deflated and headed straight to good ol' ZARA where I found a tunic that did.
Today
The grainy image of my dress is no longer on my vision board now that my Freakum Dress hangs in my wardrobe. Just an image of a blue Bottega Veneta Knot Clutch remains...
