Guest Blog Posts for Woman’s Day.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Every August I invite females active on social media to share who they are on my blog in honour of Woman’s Day.

It can be on any subject. Be it health, sexuality, infertility, relationships, careers, abuse, mental health, parenthood, human rights, etc. – as long as it is authentic.

Around 500 words with a picture that has preferably not been used online before. You are welcome to provide your social media details so that readers know how to contact you, or your business.

If this appeals to you, please mail your contributions to wenchy@mweb.co.za

I wish you enough,

Wenchy


#wenchytude

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Soulstice Day Spa at Silverstar Casino

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I can’t be all that annoying as my eighteen-year-old daughter Victoria still loves to spend time with me. We are a noisy due, me and my mini-me (she hates being called that).  My only biological daughter is a non-conformist, she speaks her mind, doesn’t tolerate any kind of discrimination and makes the most delicious biscuits. She is also funny, kind and quick-witted.

We go on a weekly date, so when the opportunity arose for us to go on a mom and daughters treat at the Soulstice Day Spa at Silverstar Casino, I said yes before checking with Victoria. It would be her first-day spa experience …and her first facial! #MomDaughterGoals

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Victoria and I were welcomed by professionally trained therapists and were taken on a tour of this top-class spa. The spa offers a wide range of hydro facilities which I thought added to the relaxing atmosphere. Some of these are available as a Day Guest, while others you need to book. You have the options of a luxurious Jacuzzi, floatation pool, a Rasul Chamber, a Swiss Shower (… bring your own Swiss national!) and a steam room. Fun Fact: I love me a good steam room! The Spa also has a hair salon and manicure and pedicure lounge.

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You are spoiled for choice with an outdoor pool, an inside heated pool with a great view. The one that caught my attention was the third option, an outdoor hydrotherapy pool which you can book to be completely private. I imagine one could host a beautiful pre-wedding, birthday or valentine spa day with those close to you at this luxurious location. The outdoor shower looks super inviting and revitalizing.

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 “… an extraordinary experience in spa wellness”

There are thirteen treatment rooms which include dual treatment rooms should you wish to share your experience with a partner, friend or in my case my darling daughter. This was actually a big deal for me as it was my daughter’s first Spa experience and I wanted to be there for all of it!

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After our tour, Victoria and I changed into the necessary gowns and slippers. Very fancy. We lounged having cucumber and strawberry water which was lovely. There are also many kinds of teas which Victoria loves but I prefer water. The tiny choc chip muffins we both appreciated plenty. It is just a lovely relaxing waiting area.

Our large treatment room was the perfect lighting for transporting to some far off tranquil place and I literally exhaled. I cherished the experience with my daughter. The therapists were very friendly and answered all our questions. Each product used was explained. It was a very positive experience for us both and I am very grateful for the opportunity to share special times with my daughter.

“Soulstice Day Spa  Johannesburg is a proud member of the prestigious, award-winning, Spas of Distinction Collection”

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I highly recommend this offering under the Tsogo Sun umbrella at Silverstar Casino.

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

Lee.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

My chest feels heavy and every now and then I feel myself gasping for air. There is a lump in my throat as a cry wants to escape. A wetness in the corner of my eyes. Breathe.

I miss my Liam. Writing the words, the wetness escapes my eyes and I feel the tears running down my face.

It has been a month since my boy left for England, yet it feels much longer. It is painful. I feel a desperation I don’t know how to describe.

Every smidge of news I absorb. Every picture shared I save and print it into my memory. I don’t want to miss a thing.

I don’t want him to feel sad. I want him to see things, do things I’ve never done. Go places. Laugh. Be you. Touch the world as only you can.

My Liam James is doing just dandy over the sea. It is only me who is not. There is this hole, this empty space in my life where Lee fits in that I don’t know how to fill.

Does it get better?

I wish you enough,
Liam’s Mom.

I’m not a Queen 👑?

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Let me set the murder scene.

The husband is sitting outside, very proudly looking at the fire he made. Fast forward to after the Boer War.

The fire is inside a built in braai.

In the wall.

With a light inside it, so you can check if you are Afrikaans or English.

The husband is drinking a beer. I ask him where my Strawberry Daiquiri is. He replies bravely… actually, I should be serving him drinks as he is making a fire for me.

A fire for me? I’ve already suggested the use of the oven twice, and yet he keep mentioning a fire. (Must check out his schizophrenic tendancies with therapist.)

Back to the drink. Now … I know my heritage is a touch of Portuguese, a slap on the ass of Italian and a karvoevel with a Cape Coloured somewhere, but none it includes me serving beer! (Wench – – – naaah!)

Then the realisation hit me. I’m Egyptian! Clearly right? I’m Cleopatra. A queen!

Husband says “Even if you were Egyptian, which you are not, what makes you a Queen?”

#LeSigh… “Well, there is no way I was going to be Egyptian AND a peasant!”

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

The Tale Of The Potent Brownie

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

If you have grown children with a sense of danger, humour and me as a Mom… this delight may await you.

BTW, calling your kids assholes can be a term of endearment. #wink

I am NOT impersonating a vlogger. I don’t have the skills for that. This was totally just me telling a story!

Click here :

The Tale Of The Potent Brownie

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

#wenchytude