Hello Ramfest

In Production

Graeme is making big things happen. His furniture sketches & ideas have gone in to production. Big yay for him.

Someone. Anyone.

It's my birthday in 5 months. I would really be extremely happy if someone got me this. I am being dead serious. Shop exposure HERE

Present time!

Graeme got me awesome presents from Design Indaba.
All this stuff is by "Live.♥.Design", anke@livelovedesign.co.za, 082 462 1857, www.livelovedesign.co.za

So much prettiness for me!

Thanks Angie!

I was on Luck Pony today and saw this stand at the Design Indaba. I called Graeme up and placed orders for "coming back home presents", which is a firm tradition in this house.
Happy to say, a lot of those items are now mine. Thanks Angie-face!

Jersey boys

Please pleeeeeease, please can I go to the 60s and be with one of these guys?
Where did it all go so wrong? These were real boys. I want one.

Party dress time

I went digging through charity shops today to find something special & unique for my special friend Annette for her special birthday.
I got something really different and old and pretty and practical. She is going to love it. Then I saw this perfect little vintage tennis dress and it is mine.
It cost R40, it's old, it smells like moth balls, but I love it more than anything else in my wardrobe right now.
It also makes my legs look pretty damn hot. Just saying. It's a good thing I shaved this morning cause now I have to go get ready for her party, in my tennis/party dress.
BYE!

Oh yes.

You! (yes, you).. get your ass here and dance with me. Right now.



Break the lock if it don't fit.

I am I am I am.

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."

"Is there no way out of the mind?"

"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."

-Sylvia Plath

♥ Theodore

Ok so this is the best illustrator alive. Theo. He also happens to be a really awesome guy. So awesome that I proposed marriage to him a few years ago. No really. I did. He turned me down, but I still think I have a chance. Probably not though.

Here is some of his work non the less.

PS Copyright Gary Radford & Theo Krynauw 2010

I can Pin-Up.

My darling Claire sent me a little package. It contained very sexy seamed hosiery (that I think her mom got from the UK) I put them on and put on my black stilettos and felt like a real Pin-Up girl. Bettie Page... eat your socks (or your stockings)

Claire makes me happy

The message read: When you come live here, we can:

* Take the kiddies to the gardens and feed the squirrels
* Go to the beach and make sandcastles and work on our tans
* Spend every Saturday morning at the Old Biscuit Mill drinking beer and Mojitos
(i hate Mojitos so you can have mine)
* Make crochet blankets
* Bleach our hair
* Buy wine at the Spar on a Sunday
* Take the littles to the park in Station Road
* Get tattoos
* Go up the cable car
* Have picnics in Kirstenbosch
* Go for walks on Sea Point promenade with the boys on their bikes
* Trawl for treasures in Kalk Bay
* Rummage through the dust at Munros
* Take turns taking the kids to school
* Have high tea at the Mount Nelson
* Drool at the shops in Long Street

Laugh. Right now.

Dear Billy Connolly: You are the funniest person on the planet. Really. You are.

Fur.

An imaginary portrait of Diane Arbus. Please watch this. It will make your toes curl (in a nice way).

Ethan Hawke makes a great Finn.

Thank you Dickens

Thank you Charles Dickens for "Great Expectations".

I want your house.

Some images from "love made me do it"

Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman

He offered an oft-quoted response when asked in Playboy magazine about the temptations of other women: "I have steak at home. Why go out for hamburger?"

(they were married 50 years)

When I move to Cape Town

I am buying all my new furniture at Vamp. Promise.

love your life as a dickhead.

Idiots.

On Friday night, a friend and I popped round to another friend, who was having drinks with some girl friends of hers.
Now to be clear, my friend is nice, and her friend is nice, but there were these two other girls sitting at the table. They were all dressed up, obviously going out later that evening. So there we were, trying to make small talk with these two girly blondes. Fine. I overheard them talking about Durban and I saw my “in”.
“Oh where in Durban are you from”?
“(insert hair flick) From the North”.
“Oh where in the North, which suburb”?
“Oh I don’t know, we just call it the North”.
So I retreated and sipped on my drink wondering if this girl knew what a suburb was. Then she was talking about her travels to Europe.
“Oh did you go to the louvre”?
“Yes”
“Oh how exciting, what was it like”?
“The Mona Lisa is very small”.
(laughing very loudly in my head, considering calling up Da Vinci and asking him why he didn’t make it bigger for her. She’s clearly disappointed) “Oh did you see any of the impressionists?”
“I don’t know”
“I’d love to see the louvre, I just don’t know if I could believe that it’s the original artwork on display (I’m a sucker for a conspiracy)
“Blank stare”
“You know, cause…”
(Hair flick). But there’s this other street near there and they have all these Gucci and Prada shops
(Criiiiiiiiiiiinge)

At this point her friends seemed grateful that they could join the conversation because it turned out they had a lot of questions about the Gucci store. When they asked if Paris was expensive, she said something about sitting at the bar and men buying her drinks so she didn’t really know.
I was angry. I still am. I am actually furious. I am also very jealous that some airhead got to see the louvre and all she took from it was “The mona lisa is small”. Really? Fuck off. Go read a book, get a job and buy your own drinks you idiot.
When I go to the louvre, I will probably collapse to the floor, sit and stare at paintings for hours at a time with tears in my eyes. Security would ask me to leave when they were closing. I would be looking for a trap door to a basement and maybe get arrested. I would take my boys , introduce them to all my favorite artists and let them pick their own.

So exciting!

My brother has started a TV Production company. I'm really happy for him, and I really like the shows that they're putting together.

Best of luck. Check out the next casting here

When people know you.

My dad got me this little thing of awesome. He knows me so so well. I was all emotional when I opened it. Love love love.

hello friend

Can I come sit by you too?

Man if I wasn't spoken for

This is Chuck Bass.

I heart Bethany Hope Hayward Brown.

Since about 1989. Bethany is my best friend & Noah's best godmother. Can someone please move Chicago closer? Just a little?

I like Michel Gondry (very much)

I freakin LOVE this!

Thanks Paul x

Would you like a cup of bunny?

Yes please, and two sugars. No milk.

Holden Caulfield-isms.

What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

Take most people, they're crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they're always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer. I don't even like old cars. I mean they don't even interest me. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.

Someone make me look like this. Right now!

This makes me want to use the word "Funtastic". But I won't.

www.hellolucky.com

I met an old old man.

Are you scared? I am.

haunted.

I like to fill my blog with pretty things but I can't get this damn thing out of my head.
I'm on maternity leave, and I've been watching a LOT of dvds man. A LOT.
I watch all the happy ones -Winnie the Pooh and original Alice in Wonderland and all those with my toddler (every.single.day.) too.
Yesterday I saw a title "The Road". It opened with this beautiful woman staring lovingly at her husband pottering in the floral garden.
I thought: AWESOME. Went and got snacks and juice and set up camp for the next 2 hours.
Then it turned. Everything went grey and depressed and there was a fire and a pregnant woman.
"Minor setback" I tried to convince myself. It will go all warm and toasty and fluffy again in a second.
It didn't. It got worse. But I already had the snacks and the juice and had a wee and had the pillow at the exact right spot on my lower back. It was too late. I was trapped.

"The Road" is an awful, awful movie. Please don't watch it. It is SO depressing. It will haunt you. You get ten times more trauma points if you have kids (of course).

Basically, the world came to an end, everything went grey and there was no more color and nothing could grow. Fast forward maybe 7 years and everything is EMPTY and GONE. Including the people. There is no food and all you see is maybe 2 people per town, looking for canned food, as that's all that's left. Like homeless people digging through trash -that's the bulk of the movie. Hungry people not having food, and a father trying to feed his son who basically cries all the time because he is so hungry.

The father carries around a gun so he can shoot his son if he needs to.
What I mean by this, is that people had turned to cannibalism for food. He knew if they caught his son, they would keep him alive as long as possible and slowly cut off body parts at a time as to keep the whole package fresh. So whenever they almost get caught by these cannibalism bandits, he gets the gun out so he can rather shoot his son, who is maybe 6 years old.
There are awful scenes where there are basements filled with people that are half-eaten etc.
It really is bad.
In the end I kept watching, angrily, because I thought: I have watched an hour of this, there BETTER be a happy ending. BETTER.

The ending is not happy. Please don't watch this movie. Or maybe suggest it to someone that you don't really like... like your boss or the girl at the next cubicle who talks WAY too loud on her phone.

And we're UP

Clark and Claire has gone live. We are operating. Can't believe today was our first day and we've already moved stock.
The response has been amazing. Everyone is awesome. Today is such a good day.
Thanks Claire for being the most amazing amazing productive, smart, savvy and creative gal I know. Officially.
This post sounds a bit like an acceptance speech, doesn't it?
But I would like to thank my beautiful partner Claire and my fab husband.
No, I'm not crying. Ok maybe a little ♥

Link it! Look it. Shop it. http://clarkandclaire.withtank.com/

Clark and Claire Website

Here is a sneak peak at our website! It's almost done, we're almost live, you're almost in love with us. Swear.

This is mine, not yours

Because I bid for it fair and square! Yay. I got this pretty bag off Lost & Found.
I already know exactly what I'm going to wear it with, as soon as this watermelon is out of my uterus. This bag and I are gonna go for a walk.

Clark & Claire website

We're busy working hard to get the website up and running by Sunday. You will be able to purchase online immediately or wait till our pre Christmas viewing party in Cape Town (date to be announced). So make space in your cupboards!
And in the meantime - join us on Facebook for updates and launch giveaways :)
Here;s a pic from our first shoot (yay times ten).

Mad shower

My beautiful good friend Kate Els threw me a very special mad hatter baby shower.
I got so many beautiful things for Ben, thank you lovely face