Skip to main content

That Friday feeling

No matter what hours you work, the buzz in the air on a Friday afternoon is unavoidable. Working in a shopping mall the shift into weekend mode is as glaringly obvious as a boob job in the gym changing room.

People leave the office a little earlier, they let their lunches drag on a little longer and excited twenty-somethings chatter away on their Blackberrys making plans and deciding which invite to accept first.
Weekend fever is made even more contagious when the sun's shining – like today.

It's the first proper summer day that (fingers crossed) will give way to a summer weekend full of opportunities to wear strappy sandals, catch a bit of a tan and sip chilled white wine while looking super-glam behind a much too big pair of sunglasses.

Even though I have to work tomorrow I am LOVING the promise that a new Friday afternoon brings. In about an hour I'll close up shop and make a dash for my car which I'm sure will be like a little white Itallian oven. The thought of having to put on the aircon thrills me!

En route to my Friday Night Action Plan I'll stop in for a glass of cold something at my mom's house, play catch up, run around her garden with the adorable Titch (best Jack Russel in the world ever) and then make the two second drive up the road to meet two of my oldest school friends. I haven't seen
K and K since we were pre-teens in training bras giggling at the thought of kissing a boy! Anyways, we're meeting for a reunion dinner at a trendy new eatery where we'll be able to sit outside without coats and shivering. Yay!

I am excited with a capital 'X'.

Summer + Friday = happiness in a pretty blue Tiffany's box. Go get yourself some of it! I dare ya'...

Comments

alotmorethan said…
if i hear the word summer, it makes me sad. last week we had 28° and now, 17°. i sit onto my sofa with a hot-water bottle and thick woolen socks. just in this moment it is raining. no, it is not really a summer weather, it is like autumn.

Popular posts from this blog

The Monday morsel...

Sometimes I simply can't resist a little bite-sized blog post. Every now and then one of my fabulous, gorgeous, ever-so-talented friends does something that is blog-worthy. Today two of the many dynamic women I know – an old friend  from highschool and my sister-in-law – posted stuff that is simply too delicious not to share. Picking up a food theme by my choice of words? Well, there's a good reason for that. Wanna know more? Check out  this website  and look at this blog  because every domestic goddess can do with a little help when it comes to keeping the pantry cupboard  dinner party-friendly. Deciding whether to click on the links or not? There's a lot more where these came from if you do...

Heartbreak comes in

all shapes and size s. Sometimes it's in the form of a spotty 13-year old boy not asking you to slowdance at your first school disco, sometimes it's losing that grandparent who made you feel like the most precious thing since Barbie found Ken, and sometimes, heartbreak comes in the form of a nine-month old, 4-kilogram pavement special puppy called Ellie. This time last week I experienced a new brand of heartbreak, the kind I had never experienced before and would rather not (although it's probably inevitable that I will) experience again. Last Monday, Ellie 'Bean' Winderley – my friend, my companion and my Vitamin Water bottle-chewing, cheese-addicted shadow – set off on an adventure that was to be her last in my world. The details are not important... many tears have been shed wondering 'why?' and wishing that life had a rewind button. What is important is that out of even the crappiest situations there are opportunities to learn... I know I sound a little

True story

Context: My 18-year-old cousin has just moved in with hubby and I for a couple of months while she finds her feet in Jozi. Just had this exchange with her via Blackberry Messenger... Me: Hey cuz. You home for dinner tonight? Cuz: Going for coffee with [insert potential bf name here] at six so I'll grab a bite to eat while I'm out. But thanks for checking beauty queen [smiley face] Me: Flattery will get you everywhere. Have fun. Cuz: What's flaterry ? (yip, spelt just like that) Me: Please tell me you're kidding?! Cuz: No I'm serious Me: [once I've picked my jaw off the floor in disbelief] To flatter someone is to compliment, say something nice. Flattery is usually used as a tool by someone to get summing. And that's the end of today's English lesson. Cuz: Thanks [smiley face] ha ha [ another smiley face] no one in the office knew what it meant either  Note to the education system – just an idea, but maybe you should let the kids read actual, made of