What's a girl to do?

Sunday afternoon and I'm confused as usual.

Should I stay in, paint my nails and read my favourite blogs all afternoon? Should I call my dear friend in Shanghai who's never been (and never will be) romantically interested in me and who I've neglected for months? Should I begin the process of tracking down a Naija fashion commentator I highly respect? Should I walk approximately 600metres to my second home, Kino Cinema, and watch Sofia Coppola's Somewhere? Should I walk three blocks to MYER (equivalent of House of Fraser, Macy's or whatever) and check out homewares? Should I pour myself another glass of this good-for-budget Sauv Blanc I snapped up at Vintage Cellars yesterday afternoon and make a plan after the last bit of it is gone?

I might pour a wee bit more, check on some mince meat I've taken out of the freezer to thaw and text Mr Shanghai. I never thought I'd be planning my meals like I am but budgeting does incredible things to a city girl. My ex, Mr Big-ish, is away skiing in Vermont so I'm not fine dining or dining period. This l'il mama is heading home straight after work and attempting to recreate her mum's dishes. Dishes cooked with love. Real love.

PAUSE

I might just hang out at home for a couple more hours and then call her before I head out. She'll be up in 2ish hours and I can't wait to talk to her. I can't wait to hear her voice and her contagious laugh. I can't wait to tell her exactly whats on my mind career-wise, moving-home-wise, relationship-wise, travel-wise etc. I can always count on her for the absolute truth. How many people can give you that?

Thought I might share my goddess with you.

The parents (Elliot and Eve)

My mom 'keeping it gangster' on a fishing trip

Compliments of the New Year!

Happy New Year everyone! I hope this is the year that so many of us celebrate our uniqueness, accept our flaws and count our blessings.

This is the year I hope to permanently move back to Zimbabwe so I intend on taking time out each day to be still and reflect on the day's happenings. I live in the city sharing my treasured spaces with so many different people - I hope to remember names of baristas, waiters, sales assistants, cashiers, couriers and the two or three street sweepers I see almost everyday. I hope to remember that the footpath isn't mine alone and the crab-walking isn't cute. I hope to remember to smile instead of hiss at people I catch staring at me (its the bald head) and to refrain from cussing people out at work.

• I hope my boss approves my leave so I can travel to London this April.
• I hope my parents get-it-together and sort out their UK visas for April.
• I hope I'm invited to a hush-hush Prada sale later this month.
• I hope my iPhone doesn't die on me any time soon.
• I hope something comes up social-scene-wise so I can finally wear my Hermes Lilanga scarf.

Hermes Lilanga scarf (inspired by George Lilanga's artwork)

PS - I, like you, also hope for good health and a pay-rise:)