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

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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 silence that is me.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

“…and, for that little while,
the darkness was kind.”
~ Stephen King

The past year has been filled with contradiction. Life changing decisions which lead me to feelings of elation, dread, hope, happiness and despair.

Perhaps that is life. Not being stagnant is positive. Change is the one thing we can count on. How we deal with change is the game changer I’m told.

Right now I’m dealing with my blue eyed wonder, Liam James having relocated permanently to the UK. Anyone who knows our story, know that a chunk of my identity and heart got on that plane. I am very happy for my boy. I want him to do things I never did, see places I’ve never been. It is however painful to not have him with me.

I was ill for over four weeks with a crazy case of bronchitis and for the first time in my life, fainting. Ovet-rated for sure. Three antibiotics, wheezing and feeling unsteady on my feet. For weeks. We really should place more emphasis on celebrating our health.

I could not meet my media obligations. I feel like a failure. I’m behind in my writing course, my reviews and attending events was impossible. I don’t like doing the bare minimum just so that “something” was done.

I also realised that I over complicate writing, as well as blogging. I want it to be my idea of perfect. I read other blogs and I feel dissapointed. It seems simplistic. I expect more. There is nothing wrong with their posts, but I always expect it to extraordinary. I’m being unfair. Stop the search for perfect. Just be dammit. Just enjoy things for what they are.

I decided to return to basics. Write. Come on Wenchy. Just be you. Write for you. Even when it isn’t perfect….. because darling you are far from perfect. Writers write, so WRITE!

It is 4h36am. I’m going to post this because my friends miss me just writing about every day kinda stuff, and me being just being me… and writing is one of the few ways I know will assist me with the murky waters of the taunting depression I feel lurking.

I wish you enough,

Wenchy