Shona Vixen dedication

Baldie finally succumbed to peer pressure and decided to buy Beyonce's new album. Shona Vixen, a London-based Zimbabwean blogger and Twitter extraordinaire, had a part to play after tweeting about Beyonce's (or her album's or a particular song's) ability to make her 'act a fool' on London's Oxford Street and I knew then that I had to buy it. I myself HAVE acted a fool many a times in broad daylight on a number of major roads because of a beat, a song or a voice. Yes (chuckle) and the last time was a couple of weeks ago when I was walking to work and I stopped as I was nearing my favourite cafe to listen to my jam and boogie like the Collins Street was mine and mine alone. Like Beres wrote those words thinking about me. Only me. And sang those words for the whole wide world to know that it was and will always ever be about about Baldie and Beres. It sounds crazy doesn't it (laugh out loud like no one else lives in this building). I haven't been the luckiest in love but I listen to his music and I'm hopeful. I am.

So... [PAUSE]

If there's one man I'd leave my true love one for its Beres Hammond.

Baldie in a Beres slash Jodeci moment at my girlfriends' apartment in a Phyllis Boho caftan

Yes its Sunday night and I should be with my girls talking utter shit and debating what went wrong with whichever eligible-ish bachelor or should be having Sunday dinner with my Mr Big-ish and his son. Nope! I'm home. I'm home alone listening to Bey, drinking a bottle of wine I bought as a welcome-home gift for my flatmate who's currently in Hong Kong and debating calling my mum tonight. She's so used to my tipsy-slash-drunken calls. Its Sunday which is a sacred day so I might leave it and ring her tomorrow in my responsible Monday to Friday voice.

Back to Beyonce album

Bills...bills...bills

Had a fantastic day until my phone provider called me about my phone bill. I've always had this thing about calling my nearest and dearest whenever I've feel like a chit chat but that has to stop now. I need to think about the Great Move (the move back to Zim). I need to resist the urge to just pick up the phone and ring my mum for that thrice-a-week 45 minute whinge about the change in weather, my career and a dear friend that I worry about. I need to think before I pick up the phone and dial my dad's number for that adult chat about living within one's means and the importance of humility. I need to think before I walk through the door, toss my bag on the floor, open the fridge for that wine and immediately dial Nigel's number for that Harare social scene and business world update. Mmmmmmm...

Bills aside. This is what Baldie wore today.

Clothing - Country Road knit, Levi jeans and Belstaff leather jacket

Accessories - Cheap and cheerful sunglasses from Marie Claire magazine giveaway, pearl earrings and pendant from Hikari, Bottega Veneta bag and Bruno Frisoni heels

First casual date outfit

First casual date outfit by ZimSponono featuring fitted jeans

Diane von Furstenberg short top
$275 - net-a-porter.com

AG Adriano Goldschmied fitted jeans
$148 - revolveclothing.com

Christian Louboutin studded heels
$1,095 - net-a-porter.com

Bvlgari Aviator Sunglasses
225 GBP - harrods.com

Fear of Failure GONE

This past Friday's heart-to-heart with my dearest friend Mervin (popularly known as Moo) got me thinking about taking my blog seriously and the importance of contributing to other fashion blogs when asked. A 'Fear of Failure' had gripped Baldie. Little did she know that all she needed was a trip to Borders, a new pair of good quality tights, an overdue heart-to-heart over a good bottle of wine and a walk in the rain to get back on track.

This is what I wore on the day of my enlightenment. Moo, someone whose sense of style I really respect and whose love I doubt I could do without, was the photographer.

Clothing - Country Road knit and Isabel Marant skirt
Accessories - Prada sunglasses, BVLGARI earrings, ring and watch, Sportsgirl cuff, Louis Vuitton bag, Chanel flats and Jonathan Ashton tights

Saturday night fever...

Saturday night and I'm home alone drinking the finest French white my money can buy and listening to bootleg reggae cds I bought on a recent-ish trip to St Lucia. I had an amazing time and one day soon I'll write all about it. I'll write about the flight there, the natural beauty of the first St Lucians I saw, the landscape, The Landings where I stayed, the beaches, my first Friday night in Gros Islet, the Naija beats I heard when I was chilling on the patio of a not-so-upmarket but tight bar called Castros, the prostitutes, the rastas, the food and my toothache issue and about an amazing, almost supernatural, beauty therapist who changed my life. She had an aura. Perhaps a power. When I was in her presence I felt at peace like I had met my guardian angel slash beauty therapist. She paid me the biggest compliment and since then I've never looked at myself in the mirror and been so unkind to myself again.

I've been fortunate enough to go to one of the most magical destinations in this world. I plan on going to Barbados, Jamaica and Trinidad in a few-ish months. Come with me!

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:)