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To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope. 

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Sitting on a blanket in a field of sunflowers, typing on a retro style typewriter while eating sour dough bread with salted butter, brie cheese and fig preserve.

An ever so delicate breeze would pick up a strand of my hair. A delightful shade of purple would dance against the blue sky.

Stetched out on the blanket, I look up. I close my eyes while darkness rolls in with a gift of stars. A million flickering delights.

Are you shining just for me?

I wish you enough

Wenchy

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Tonight our hearts drown the distant drums

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I listen to the things my many children, husband and friends speak about, the way they see the world and experience the people beside them….and I reflect on my own long and cobbled stone road.

The universal pull is that people want to be loved, wanted, appreciated, listened to and acknowledged. We want to matter. We want to fit in, yet be our own person and march to our inner pan flute. Stuff that, I hate pan flutes…. the sound of a lone saxophone. That’s what I choose to be….. and we have music all right.

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Lonely. I have seldom felt more lonely than within a group of people. Sometimes they are pan flutes, some even play the triangle. They are lost to the sound of the saxophone. I don’t mind being alone. On my own. I’m really smashing company. Especially at 3am.

After I did my Radio Today interview, I felt utterly naked on a foreign stage to be judged. Bare. I’m not sure how I expected to feel, because nothing I said was different to what I would write or speak about. You can listen to the podcast:  HERE

Oh and do people love a small public lynching amongst themselves!

I totally forgot the topic as my mind ….. wonders around interesting spaces all the time. How great others would have done, never been in a studio before… “here is a microphone love, knock yourself out“. Well, I admit, while I truly enjoyed it and I would do it again in a heartbeat, I have learned a number of things during my 22 minutes on air. There are things I would do  very differently. Some technical, some behavioural, breathing would be good and not mention nymphomania in the first five minutes may be a stretch… but at the end of it, I always want to be unashamed me….and that I was. True to me.

Why do we all want to fit in so badly? We want to be ourselves. Okay forget the pan flutes you can all be drums if you like, but … “Please… oh do like me and and add me or send me an invitation to the A list of bloggers / school lunch break cool group / geek group / social outcast group / social media supreme luncheon / media drops / influencers / interesting creatures list. Just don’t leave me out here… with my nose pressed against the window looking in.” Love me. Care about me. Don’t exclude me. That is what we ALL want. Even the bad asses. We want to fit with someone or something…somewhere.

Did you know… there is no medal at death for being part of a herd? None. Well, none that any near death experiences documented that I have read, spoke about. Bright light and peaceful I’ve heard… even harps (right up there with pan flutes – save me!) but no medals. No reward. Not a pat on the back.

“Oh you were a fantastic herd person. Just stand in this line… no, oops ….sorry, wrong line, you were not an interesting person .. frankly we do believe you died while you were still alive. You were a mere flute… Our mistake… off you go.” tra-la-la (Bee I hear you now!)

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We really need to stop apologising for who we are and embrace ourselves. Nobody can be a better you, than you can be! Nobody is the world knows you better! Okay… maybe God and the Devil. I do believe they make it their business to know. Well, the Devil does. God already knows your details before you were born,… it is not God’s fault if you wanted to be a flute.

If you must, … rather play the triangle. At least we remember the triangle! …. but there is NOTHING like a lone Saxophone.

a cry that tells us love goes on and on
played on a solo saxophone
it’s telling me
to hold you tight
and dance like it’s the last night of the world
– Miss Saigon

I wish you enough,

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If the colour fits, wear it!

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

In mythology and palmistry, the left hand is called the dreamer because the ring finger on the left hand leads directly to the heart. I find it a very poetic idea. And that’s why I only wear nail polish on my left ring finger.
– Gloria Vanderbilt

I think Gloria is seriously limiting herself. Perhaps she have more cats than I do. Less husbands also… Painting only one finger would absolutely mess with my bi-polar self, I wouldn’t cope. The yin and the yang isn’t well… yanging! I think hell is a place of no colour, no books and certainly no nail polish and purple glitter. Sorry Gloria!

I unexpectedly met Glamore SA online and we were chatting purple. Seriously? Who does that… #LeSigh I loved the colour they were showcasing Hean Jungle Pop 281, along with my daughter Victoria’s favourite colour, Hean Jungle Pop 277.  Who doesn’t love a goodie bag, so when it arrived I was thrilled.

I immediately contacted Thembi  because one needs a professional for these things when you are me! She has been doing my nails for seven years so she has seen it all. I’ve come to the firm conclusion that anyone who works in the beauty industry is also a qualified therapist by default. Naturally it is a win-win for me. I have a captive audience who has to listen to all the nonsense that keep coming out of my mouth!

Thembi come over and we played with colour. I told Thembi that I was reviewing the products and I would like to know the good and the bad. Thembi is not one to hold back! As I’ve no fine motor co-ordination in my right hand especially thanks to Ankolysing Spondilitus, Thembs is my professional of choice. Besides that, I’ve never coloured inside the box.

Everyone was surprised I wasn’t wearing just purple!!

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Thembi was not familiar with the brand either but loved the colours and the easy apply brush. Smooth consistency without running. (Apparently that is important) She mentioned that for me, la Wenchy, who likes everything in the dramatic, three coats will be best which is what she did. The nail polish dried very fast. This is a big win for me as I’m clumsy, and inevitably Thembi has to sit me down to “fix” what I’ve smudged before I’ve even left the salon!

I was quite ready to send out my blog at once because it looked fabulous, but Thembi advised me to wait, see if it looses shine and thirdly, how long will the polish last without chipping?

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Well, I’m into my third week and here is the result:

3 weeks later.

You can clearly see how my nail has grown, but the colour … not a chip. I’m a tad amazed as I usually only get that result when I use gel. I can also mention that at functions I attended recently, numerous stylist complimented me on my nails. How fabulous is that!!

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Thembi and I.


You will not find these products in your local salon, unless they have purchased from Glamore Cosmetics directly, but you can conveniently order online with a delivery to your door!

Glamore Cosmetics


+27 82 305 4152


Thank you for spoiling me! I enjoyed it tremendously. You gifted me colours and in return gained a customer, and dare I say a friend!

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

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In between your thoughts I live #Wenchytude

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Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Judging by my event calendar,  I interact with a vastly different people every day.

Most people are always lovely and polite some with crude jokes … accept me as quirky,  slightly eccentric,  creative, somewhat intelligent who needs a serious fashion intervention. They point and laugh with me when I do something stupid often but the real ones help me clear up my mess and suggest lipstick.

Others find that the Wench is just too much usually woman.  For instance,  does this woman EVER stop talking!!! She’s just overwhelming with the purple hair and the porn nails. Does she not know you should not wear flip flops to every occasion?

They don’t bother looking further than the loud,  tattooed personality that comes with huge laughter and deep sobbing pain.  Shame.  Their live will be poorer for it. Probably also more silent.  Bless.

Sometimes I am not sure who fits into which category. If the world is but a stage, some people should honestly just play the part as the pot plant.  No glitter for them.  No exit stage left.

Thankfully just when I think we may have to stage an intervention, I find sincere and true as a nun prayer for the Von Trapp family friends, who will take my call at 3pm.  Especially as we know I detest speaking on the phone.

I just wanted to say THANK you for seeing value in me. My abilities, strengths, my talents,  as well as my weaknesses emotionally  physically & bonkers.  You let my work speak for itself.  You are working with me out of choice as I am a freelance Social Media Diva & Blogger. You choose me to help develop your naked vision.  I am honoured.

To be accepted just as you are…  Without the dame’s stage makeup in the pantomime,  an outfit from Doobie BOOBIES and a script that may sometimes resemble the #DoubleBass because I’m very exotic that way… is quite the achievement for a little one girl who owned red tap shoes when she dreamed of being Judy Garland.  Sigh. I love you very much and I am grateful.

What we can learn from this entry is that I am an observer in my madness.  I see you,  when you don’t see me.  I’m a sentimental fool who may have been a gay man in my previous life attracted to bears.

I wish you enough light,  so the path don’t ever seem dark.
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Rocking the 3am #Wenchytude

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Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

The past week I’ve averaged three hours sleep a night.  It’s been exhausting but the days and evenings exciting. I don’t know how I made it through each day but I did, smiling for most of it.

My son Liam James came to visit for the first time in months. I enjoyed spending more than 5 minutes with him.  I felt sad that he had to leave.

Our geyser gave in the week before,  this week our downstairs flooded with a burst pipe in the wall behind a the bath.  Cold showers are underrated but then it is summer here and hot. @SirNoid and I each have our own bathroom and mine is affected, making me feel like I am camping.  lol 😁 Yes that is Diva behaviour…  #justsaying

I went to see a play, a premier of a movie,  attended a number of greatly successful business meetings,  did numerous costing exercises,  I attend two media briefings with multitude of celebrities,  I received a wonderful stat report unexpectedly that just made my day, did a corporate interview,  knitted for @67Blankets, worked on numerous social media accounts, visited The Saxon twice in one week, visited my mom and Tayla-Jade (my niece who had a heart attack at 17 very recently) for a short while, attended  a wedding with my daughter Victoria,  wrote for publication, played #ClashOfClans,  #HayDay and #CandyCrush when I couldn’t sleep,  wore actual business attire more than usual,  updated my purple hair,  went to the optometrist,  did some banking,  took a selfie with Mr. Mandela’s statue in broad daylight in Sandton Square… and still have 1 000 unread emails in my inbox and a mountain of admin that awaits.  Yikes!

I love “Suits”, but I cannot stand Lewis.  No amount of pity thrown his way,  ever makes me feel sorry for him.

My friend Melany introduced me to a special coffee many, many years ago, Enrista , the weak one. I love it. I decided to give it up after looking at the carb content. It has been one week. I miss my coffee,  my brand – but my weight loss has moved in the right direction. I MISS MY COFFEE.

My husband has been long suffering this week. (Trying to make it sound dramatic) He attended two events with me which is most unusual but made me happy.  On Monday evening we were at a cocktail function in Sandton. 20th floor.  It was spectacular! First the sunset and then the lights. Wow #Jozi!

By Friday evening…  I could not walk.  Ankolysing Spondylitis and Fibromyalgia kicked in.  My husband had to park my car.

I WANTED to spend the afternoon with my husband,  instead after I came back from The Norwood Niche Market and I promptly fell asleep.  He woke me up at 19h00 wanting me to still sleep tonight.

Included in the week was showing the next generation how to make a duck face…  Don’t say I don’t give back.  #Wenchytude

What are you looking to this coming week?

I wish you enough.
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