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What a difference a week makes...

This time last week, I was in possession of all ten of my toe nails, my most recent half marathon time was 02:13 and hubby was planning his next round of golf with his beloved set of clubs. 1. Toe-ing the line As I type this I am wondering if I will ever have the guts to present my beaten up feet to a beautician for a pedicure again. A punishing run/hobble down Knysna's Simola hill has rendered my feet a little worse for wear. It's only a matter of time before the deep purple toe nail on my right foot bids me farewell. Gross, I know, but just be thankful I resisted the urge to post a picture! 2. The PW (personal worst) My feet aren't the only thing that took a bruising last Saturday... My ego got a tad 'klapped', too. After a promising start, the Drill Sergeant and I launched out of the starting blocks at a comfortable, well-trained pace. It would later emerge that our pace was somewhat impressive as the boys (The Great Dane and 'Brenda') confessed t

Alice in Wonderland (PART 1)

I feel like a cross between Sarah Jessica Parker and Alice in Wonderland, with a little urban hippie thrown in for good measure. Since 8am this morning, Cape Town's city centre has been my oyster and let's just say I'm making the most  it... My first stop was AFRAID OF MICE, a curated vintage wonderland that describes itself with the line: "the clothes you wish your mother had kept for you"... Located at 88 Long Street, Afraid of Mice has been featured in Elle and often gets raved about in the blogosphere. I was so keen to try on this little gem myself, that I made it the first must-see on today's vintage shopping hit list. I wasn't disappointed...

Barking mad

I buy my dog outfits. A habit which I thinly disguise as being an absolute necessity and definitely not a Paris Hilton moment. The following conversation recently took place at my home after I was distracted en route to Pick n Pay by new stock in the Vet & Pet window... "She really has no body fat," I said to hubby, " and this is a particularly cold winter." "Mmmhmm," he said, knowing exactly where this train of thought was headed. I continued, "I know she already has two but the retro 70s jersey is a bit small and her Sharks jersey isn't lined..." Hubby interrupted briefly to remind me that Sadie is in fact a "d-o-g" but recognising the 'yeah, and your point is?' look on my face decided to give me the benefit of the doubt and relented:  "Kay, let's see it..."

I'm not the only one! *happy dance*

As I type this, I am sitting on a Mango flight from Lanseria to Cape Town thinking about 8-month old Sadie and feeling a bit bad that I didn't do a better job of saying goodbye to her as I juggled handbags, luggage, keys and iPad on my way out the front door this morning... No, I didn't leave my 8-month old child at home to fend for herself... Sadie is a dog. And yes,  in case you weren't aware, I am one of 'those' people. Why blog about this blush-inducing fact? Well, I just came across an article in the in-flight mag called 'Smooch with you pooch' and the article is a city by city run down of dog-friendly restaurants for those of us who have been known to choose our Sunday brunch spots based on which gives Sadie the best water bowl/treat combo (Kay, you can stop laughing now!)