Dear friends and interesting creatures,
My name is Wenchy. No surname. Think Cher… Madonna. They don’t need last names, why should I? Diva.
Naturally my parents did not look down at their gorgeous first born daughter and say.. “Ounooi, let’s call her WENCH but with a Y?
That should really irritate your mother, and the congregation will for once not know what to say! ” Bless.
My real and most proper name is beautiful and I have always loved it
although my last names has a tendency to change…
I’ve been blogging for 19 years in September 2016 (yes, I started when you still coded a blog. I am clearly very old and also frail!) under the very windswept and exotic name “Wenchy”. As life online exploded, I continued using the nickname, Wenchy. Also tattooed on my body so nobody can get confused.
Just for the record… #Selfies are nothing new children. It’s like sex. Every generation claim to have discovered a new angle! Pun intended.
I’m am the keeper of the picket fence of many colours. I’m married (serial bride I am) to @SirNoid, and Mom to many – in a very blended family.
We use the term “Mom” very lightly with hushed tones. I’ve come to the conviction watching other parental people that I am not a bake cookies from scratch kinda mom, I detest school events and my kids and I do attend gay pride.
That said, My husband says I collect children because I keep adding to #wenchyskids – I just see a world that needs a hug.
There is nothing you can tell me about marriage, divorce, parenting, planning a murder, apple orchards, step-parenting, x-people, maintenance (from both sides of the coin), puberty, noise, sex, reading, random Easter hat making, breast feeding, laughter, sports, school functions, exam nerves, chronic illness, birthday parties, boyfriends / girlfriends, psychologist visits, glitter, different personalities forced to play happy family, miscarriage, joy, varied parenting styles, empty nest syndrome – not even about elopement! I’ve done it.
I worked in the corporate world for almost two decades before I became the bosses wife. (Just not my boss, for clarity!)
I’m now a SAHW (Stay at home Wenchy). Oh do keep up! … One hand on a keyboard and another searching for pain or anxiety meds. All done with #Wenchytude
I am asked often when my book will be published. Seriously! Yes, there is a book lurking inside me which I am finding both entertaining and excessively depressing to write. Well, that’s probably because I have lived a life worth writing about. Everyday has not been tea and cake you know. Somebody had a knife.
Anyone who takes one look at my African hips will realise I am not a fashion Blogger. I blog about most topics and emotions. Adventures, thoughts and reviews alike.
I do mingle with the best of the best however. ♡ Probably because my Oupa Mike loved to show off a little!
I enjoy foodie events (always look at the cocktail menu first) , the performing arts (HUGE theatre fan), books (I own a library), movies (on the big screen), beauty products, spa treatments, getting out of town and often do reviews on these platforms.
Social Media came knocking… I answered, Strawberry Daiquiri in hand. We have been in love ever since.
I detest speaking on the phone, so for a prompt response, mail me at email@example.com
I wish you enough,