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 Continue reading To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.
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 … Continue reading Tonight our hearts drown the distant drums
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 … Continue reading If the colour fits, wear it!
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 … Continue reading In between your thoughts I live #Wenchytude
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 … Continue reading Rocking the 3am #Wenchytude
Thank you @LynetteKleber for the picture! Dear friends and other interesting creatures, My dream birthday list… turning 14 again: 1. I would love a proper purple handbag in Kevin G Friedman style of exquisite taste, but not in that darling man’s budget! 2. A Stuttafords gift voucher to buy Sensai foundation /powder. 3. A purple shawl thingie @VictoriaT99 and I saw when we went to look for school shoes at Woolworths in Rosebank Mall. 4. A stylus. Exclusive Books has some. Mine broke. Don’t ask. Don’t point at my ass. 5. Purple streaks… Just here and there. 6. Nails and toes with … Continue reading I use to be Snow White but I drifted…. my birthday gift WISH list for 13 June.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, If my nursery school report is anything to go by, not much has changed. I didn’t like playing outside. I liked reading, story time, music time and acting and dress up. I didn’t like getting dirty and my mom says I use to get out the car and just go to school. No wave, no looking back. At that point at least I could still count, knew my alphabet apparently quite early and I could name the colours and farm animals. I was in the Lion class, which is not a farm animal. As … Continue reading Another brick in the wall…
“If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.” – Edward Hopper” Wouldn’t the above quote be so apt if I was not a writer? I actually sang a small Elton John song when I read it to be honest. (If I was a sculptor, but then again, no…. Or a man who makes potions..) There was a time last year, I seriously questioned my own sanity. More than usual that is… which in itself depletes a medical aid. I was blinded by my passion, excitement, stars, lights, action! at having found people who spoke my … Continue reading They playing your song!