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My annual round-up of ups and downs from the year that was and what I hope for 2016.
Another year, another birthday. This time I celebrated with a picnic in my garden, despite it being the rainiest month of the year.
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It got a new look, and so did I. Check it!
Why I deleted Snapchat and other attempts to save my soul.
A friend recently celebrated her 30th in the most unique way.
NOTE: Those of you who say “there’s nothing to do in Durban” are sorely mistaken.
While this concept may have been old news for this particular group of friends, it was a completely unique and novel idea to me. Basically we hit up a parkade in Durban town, paid the 12 bucks to get in and partied on the roof!
We set up fairy lights and a picnic and drank and feasted above the bustling inner city until the sun went down and we all felt sleepy from the warmth radiating from the concrete underneath us.
We had focaccia, artichokes, salted caramel cake, wine and all those good things and the background music was all thanks to a taxi below blaring some sort of gospel into the empty parking lot across the road.
It’s always a wonderful feeling to see your city through new eyes, or at least from a new vantage point. I’m sure we are hardly the first pioneers of a parkade party, and yes the jol could have been cut short should security have done their rounds, but I think the point is that there is a consistent amount of fun and adventure if you’re up for looking for it and stepping out of your familiar comfort zone.
Sometimes it’s about revisiting the most obvious places – setting up a picnic in the park you pass on the way to work everyday, trying out the old beach arcade or finding an empty parking lot to party in. There’s really no excuse to feel bored because there are always new ways to discover your city if you have a few good friends and a decent bottle of Merlot.
Basically, just get out there, gadammit!
Here’s what I need you all to straight up know, right now.
1. They all reckon you’re a digital dominator
I’ve baffled so many people with my
very old, broken iPhone with no storage space, complete inability to sync shit
and utter confusion when talking about “The Cloud”. I’m a blogger, not Bill
Gates people. I am completely useless when it comes to tech – I still have a
physical day-planner and don’t read books on a Kindle. I kick it old school,
but mainly because I have some serious trust issues with computers.
2. People think that you actually take yourself seriously
I hate telling people that I’m a blogger. It’s
the most obnoxious statement to pass my lips. Trust me, I know how hilarious it
all is, I laugh at myself on the daily. I’m just a regular human girl living a regular human girl life…
3. They decide that you must be overly self-confident
Yeah so what we take a few very posey pics
for “look posts”. I can promise it wasn’t without numerous moments of
self-hate, complete censorship, manic laughter and then the unadulterated freedom to
ensure that only the best 5 out of a disastrous 5671 snaps are posted.
4. People go to you for updates about all the coolest
Well, yes, maybe it’s my own fault because
I create this illusion that I know what’s hip-hop and happening with the young
folk. But truth be told, I’m not cool, I just happen to have very cool friends. They’re
the ones you should be asking about that sweet new bar in Umhlanga, I’ll only
find out about it 4 months later. I
mean, I’m still using Mean Girls gifs for god sakes!
5. Ousiders definitely think you’re superficial and have like, no
personal privacy settings
Blogging is a hobby and just a way to keep
myself writing and snapping. I totes promzies that I see beyond posing in a new
skirt or decorating my flat. (Although that stuff is pretty fvcking fun.) And
yeah, I have quite an open sharing-is-caring policy about my life but my close friends all know that when it comes to the serious stuff, I am Fort Knox baby. At least for a full week.
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Make a mini mission up to Treat Cafe in Botha’s Hill. Yummy menu, country vibes and plenty of stalls and what-not to check out while you’re that side.
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Get yourself a decent hand-cream. You’ll have pretty hands and something new to get all OCD about. I got my hemp hand protector from The Body Shop.
Invest in a pair of black, high-waisted tailored pants and be prepared for your life to change. Dress them up with a crop and heels or chill it out with a kimono and sandals. Winning! (Can you tell I write about fashion all day for a living?)
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HAPPY GADAMN NEW YEARS! As per tradition, I like to do a little roundup of the year that was. Here are some of Girl With A Bum’s 2014 moments – the ups and the downs.
I kicked off 2014 with a champagne bottle to the head and 7 stitches for good measure.
I started a new job at a kick-ass digital agency. Then changed jobs again to go corporate like a real sell-out.
I began dating a rad guy. Then that rad guy and I decided to part ways. Only good vibes there.
I saw one of my oldest friends walk down the aisle. And cried like a baby.
Got my nose pierced and my foot tatted. And cried like a baby.
Another year of saying hello and goodbye to new house mates. And seeing a Facebook feed brimming with engagements and pregnancies.
Did a fair share of dranking, smoking, dancing and late nights.
Drank a LOT of Steph Weiss while I was at it.
Got sucked into Neknoms, Ice Bucket Challenges and “No Make-up Selfies” like I did Bitstrips in 2013. Can’t help it, occasionally I follow the crowd.
Continued blogging while laughing that the acronym for my blog is GWAB.
Adopted my baby Church.
Took up swimming for a few brief, yet glorious months.
Found out that a beloved “internet friend of mine who had tragically died of cancer” – was actually all a Catfish by a crazy, crazy girl. Rallied up a group of other girls affected by the scam. (More coming soon!)
Got a personal trainer with Boss Lady Lauren. Man, those 5am wake up calls!
Had a local newspaper steal my content and publish it without my permission. Went through a series of arguments and fights, only to be further let down by some really awful people.
Was lucky enough to be a bridesmaid for a beautiful friend of mine.
My body briefly gave up on me and I was in and out of the docs for blood tests and medicines. Then I got better because I am strong like Mother Russia.
My mommy got very, very sick and retrenched but bounced back because she IS Mother Russia.
We found a lovely home for our beloved piggy, Molly.
We said our final goodbyes to our family home as well as my awesome digs. I then said hello to my dream flat.
I said another very hard goodbye to my second mom/domestic executive of 18 years as she retired to her home in the Berg.
Lived through a teeny tiny earth tremor and the MRP Tear Gas Incident ‘14.
Went to, and fell in love with the Transkei for the very first time.
Learnt how to NaeNae. Sort of.
Sold some shiz at a market. Promised myself “never again”.
Fell irrevocably in lust with Black Math.
Wore a sari to Halloween, for no good reason. Thus beginning a casual chain of events.
Lost tragically and suddenly, my very beautiful aunt.
Saw dear friends leave for Dublin, Jozi, Amsterdam and Germany. More goddam goodbyes. Made some pretty epic new friends too.
Turned well old – hello 25!
So, plans for 2015?
Travel in the slow lane (occasionally)
Travel, in general.
Well, this post is a little late to say the least. But life has been considerably chaotic at the moment – which is exactly why a little Midlands getaway, was exactly what I needed.
A couple weekends back, we “road tripped” up to my friend Emma’s incredible farm for a girls weekend complete with cheesy sing-alongs, gossip and wino.
Needless to say, we had a rather amazing time feeding the animals, picking strawberries, getting drunk in a field and kickin’ it country style. You can imagine how in my element I was with a calf and Em’s Motley Crew of hounds running around! On Saturday night, we were treated to a rather spectacular thunderstorm as well as killer pizzas from Il Postino – with me being the only weirdo who ordered a banana pizza. Man, it was good though and totally worth the teasing that followed. Girls are mean.
Here are a few happy snaps from our mini meander. I still get excited that fairytale places exist on our doorstep – KZN is one hella beautiful place!