If only the World was in an uproar.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

You crave chaos. You’re happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at its best when it’s the catalyst to confusion. You still can’t admit this?
A.G. Howard

Continue reading “If only the World was in an uproar.”

Believe me.

Darling friends and other interesting creatures,

🎶 I’m currently listening to Eddie Izaard ‘s memoir “Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death and Jazz Chickens” on Audible.

Loving being able to “read” and drive, “read” and shop for groceries, or today when I was left alone at Truffles while everyone else went for a smoke, I popped my earphones in and got me a bit of an ear full. You gotta love it. Continue reading “Believe me.”

#5randomfacts about @NocturnalWenchy 💜

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🔮 My Rheumatoid Arthritis has become quite evident in my hands. There are simple tasks I simply cannot perform without pain, or not at all. Lifting a heavy jug to pour, opening a cool drink bottle or even taking a tray out the oven. I recently had to ask @se7en_hoods to cut a burger we were sharing. I’m was convinced she thought I was being a DIVA… and I would not even blame her! 👀 I’m too young for these old people problems dammit.
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Born a Crime got us Educated.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I started my love affair with audiobooks in January of this year. Out of necessity really.

I wanted to read but had other tasks to perform at the same time, so listening at home, in my car, on my phone in coffee shops…. it has become a thing. I’m finally using the earphones that came with my phone! #teenagerloading Continue reading “Born a Crime got us Educated.”

Comparison is the thief if joy.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Scrolling through social media tonight, I felt like an absolute failure. Clearly not living my best life in my curvy girl jeans.

It FEELS like everyone on my feed is out there living their best lives in their skinny bodies, fancy clothes, beautiful homes, perfect bloody everything with ample opportunities that just seem to keep rolling in, and then there is me.

Yes, for this moment… woe is indeed me. Silence. Hear me out. Continue reading “Comparison is the thief if joy.”

🎵 5 Things about this week.. and it is only Wednesday morning … 🎵

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,


1.🎶 My husband’s former wife and I, have decided to branch into a business venture together. We only just kicked off, so follow our journey at JS Designs. I’m lit like that. 😋 Continue reading “🎵 5 Things about this week.. and it is only Wednesday morning … 🎵”

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.

My Tim

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

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