And all that’s best of dark and bright. 

My dear Tim,

I was asked who you were to me this week. For the first time in 18 years, I managed to explain your accidental death and our relationship in only a few lines. I spoke with clarity, tenderness, and honesty.

Thank you for always seeing me… in an ocean of people. You said it was impossible not to. You would be surprised.

I’m sorry for the decision I made for you. Forgive me. A Swan on water.

No more regrets Timmy.
Wench x

PS. I recall the day you recited this to me. It took me by surprise.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent. 

–  Lord Byron

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Got Milk? 

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, 

This morning I was making coffee and shook the milk bottle. Why exactly, I don’t know. The bottle was not closed properly so as I looked down, droplets of milk all over my breasts. My immediate thought was “Got milk?”. I know, dead sexy right? 

The power of advertising. Twenty years after the series of commercials was first made with celebrities showing off a milk moustache, it was still my first thought. 

I made hot chocolate instead. 

I wish you enough 

Wenchy 

Some of my best friends are male, but… 

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

If you also feel like you have seen better days on multiple levels, offer to be the host of a hole at a golf day! 😆

I tell you, you will be reformed… okay you will at very least be amused, at worst, feel you need a bath. 

The young men, round my older kids age, so early twenties will call you “Tannie” Very respectful,  but then there is always one joker in the group.  Said joker will look at you innocently and will ask you if you have 69 tees in the bowl. 

Ag nee! I was just going to congratulate your parents on your good manners!… to which you will respond “Nee Ouboet. 42 is the meaning of life, 69 is entertainment, neither are the number of tees in the bowl.
The friends of the boy with the big mouth will laugh at how the “Tannie” just told the big mouth “waar Jacob die wortels begrawe het.” The joker will look at you sheepish and mumble “Sorry Tannie.” Ja my kind. Moenie so dof wees nie. 
… but the older (married) men I found much worse… They speak as if you are not present and then, when they finally devote their attention to you… you wish they didn’t. 

I would be delighted if I got paid to answer where all my tattoos are located. “Wys ons bietjie?” So common, ek voel skaam vir hulle, hulle se vrouens om nie eers oor hulle ouers te praat nie! 

Would you like it if men spoke to your daughter like that? Sexual innuendo and fist pumps. 

I honestly got asked if my breast is also tattooed or would I like it to be? Those are some of the less sexual slanted comments. 

Do men only do this when they run in packs? It is seldom that I’ve met a man on his own “wat hom so varklik gedra“. 

I wish you enough,
Wenchy

Check your mate

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Random thoughts:

* My anxiety is playing up at the moment and I am not loving it. My default emotion is anxiety so it does not require an event to plague me. It is not fanTy. Forgive me if I am not as chatty as usual. Although … I’ve become really good at hiding these issues.

* I love my husband, @SirNoid. He won a big ass TV and put it in our room for me toimage watch DVD’s. Not that I watch DVD’s all day long but it made me feel special that he did that. I do not want it hooked up to our DSTV! Perfect just like that.

Oh yes, dear @SirNoid gives magnificent massages. Not sure if I could return the favour in an equally fabulous manner with my lovely illness inflamed hands, but I will try.

* Before you pick up your phone to call me, think… Is this textable? I do not answer the phone (deep psychological reasons which surfaced after my Oupa Mike died. No therapy did not help). So, unless I gave birth to you, or I let you sleep in my bed, don’t phone me. I am not going to answer. Text or email. Flowers (yellow roses really do the trick) is lovely, and you are welcome to WhatsApp me. On the odd occasion that I may call YOU, know that you are incredibly special!

* I need to colour my hair at least every 7 to 10 days for the optimum #purplehairdontcare look. Been just over 18 months of having totally purple hair and I am loving it ! Even my @SirNoid loves it ….and he was very sceptical in the beginning. 💜

* After five or so years, it appears our furniture needs replacing… as does our linen. Electrical appliances seem fine but our bedroom, bathrooms, lounges etc need some attention / updating / love. How long does these things last in your house?

* @SirNoid and I do not share a bathroom. Very progressive thinking I must say. My husband says I’m odd to not share a bathroom, but why not, if you have another bathroom that isn’t being used? Would you like your own bathroom?

* ♡ I am posting my birthday #wishlist tonight, as requested. I love that I still get asked to do this. 😄 My friends are so proper.


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I’m posting this as a request from my friend Janice who tagged me on Facebook.

Four names I go by:
1. Momma / Mother/ Mom
2. Nancy / Nancy Pants
3. Aunty Stel
4. Wenchy / #MammaWenchy

If in any doubt, Wenchy is the name to go with (no surname – think Madonna, Cher – they don’t need surnames and neither does Wenchy).

Only my Mammie and Bank Manager calls me by my proper name. When my name is mess up. it annoys me LOTS. It is Christel-Michel or Wenchy. I dislike being called Chris, although I guess that would be the natural way to go for people who want to be friendly but don’t know me well. Yes, I may have some issues.

(My close family and perhaps those who would give me a kidney …call me Stel. I’m old fashioned that way, so respectfully, kids get to call me Aunty Stel.)

Four places I’ve lived:
1. In my head
2. In your computer
3. Potchefstroom
4. Johannesburg

Favoured things I love to watch on TV:
1. Game Of Thrones
2. The Blacklist
3. Chicago Med / Greys Anatomy
4. Blue Bloods

Four favourite places I have visited:
1. Victoria Falls (Zimbabwe)
2. Uvongo Lagoon where the water is forever deep (South Africa)
3. Pebble Beach at Storms River Mouth in the Tsitsikamma National Park (South Africa)
4. Grahamstown (The National Arts Festival, South Africa)
…..and as a bonus:
5. McGregor (South Africa)
6. Top of Sani Pass (Lesotho)
7. Drakensberg (South Africa)

Four things I love to eat:
1. Crème Brulee
2. Baked Cheese Cake
3. Pork Belly
4. Rare Fillet Steak

Favourite drinks I love to have:
1. Water
2. Strawberry Daiquiri
3. Cappuccino
4. Salted caramel milkshake

Four books I adore:
1. Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom
2. Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
3. Seks, Drugs en Boeremusiek deur Koos Kombuis
4. The Fault In Our Stars by John Green

Four people I TRUST will respond ( … and not be beige!) You can either respond on your blog, or in my blog comment section, or Facebook , but please tag me :

1. Birthsay Girl Jenny
2. Our Ky
3. My #bestie Gail
4. Tayla-Jade
….and bonus, dear 5. Shell (You can also join her group (all about beads) while you at it!)

Anyone else who wants to play is very welcome! 😇

I wish you enough,
Wenchy