I was spoiled to a lovely few days away by my fiance for my birthday, and here are some of my snaps from the beautiful part of South Africa.
Aside from the gorgeous views at Golden Gate National Park (we stayed in the stunning mountain side cabins), Clarens is a gem of a town. It’s packed with delicious craft coffee, gin and beer and a lovely vibe.
I’m at it again! Here are some (VERY belated) photos from my trip to Hluleka this year. It is an absolutely beautiful part of South Africa and I loved the trip there – so calm, so quiet! Such incredible beauty. It made me remember how gorgeous our country is.
FYI, you can find a lot of the items featured in the photos on my craft blog:
I woke up this morning with what can only be described as a crazy email in my inbox from a complete stranger. It’s quite something to blearily open your eyes, sleepily snuggle against your fiance and for the first words to enter your brain – through your phone – to be a long, rambling journey down the rabbit hole.
Anyway. Back to emojis.
Emojis are more than the little pictures on your phone – they’re actually a key facet of our increasingly digital communication. And with the laughing-crying emoji chosen as Oxford Dictionary’s Word of the Year last year, don’t doubt their cultural significance.
Aside from the little yellow faces skewing male – they’re more likely to be perceived as men than women – all the “action” and career-specific emojis are male. The female emojis are dancing, getting married or grooming themselves: flipping their hair, painting their nails or getting a head massage. This represents the divide between the public “helping” sphere and the private “selfish” sphere: the men are providing services, while the women are forced once again into beauty-centric roles
Let me start this off by saying never, ever, ever Google ‘lady in stockings’. It was a deeply unpleasant surprise (when looking for an image for this blog post) to realise that ‘lady in stockings’ is actually a rather popular porn term.
I spent my whole life woefully uncool, and eventually, from sheer practicality and self-preservation, decided to lean into it.
Aside from a brief but fervent, nay, ecstatic, passion for the Spice Girls (I used to photocopy magazine articles from the library for my Spice Girls book – and if there’s a more 90s sentence than that in the world please do share in the comments) I’ve never been ‘on trend’.
What’s a Beyoncè? What’s up with all the soft slices of midriff I see everywhere, perched between high waisted pants and a short shirt? What do you mean coral is in (and not in like a diving way)? Fleek? On fleek? FLEEK?!