The biggest surprise!

It was about three weeks ago when my beloved informed me that I should keep Saturday the 9th of August open because there is s surprise for me. Because I am very bad with surprises (if I know that they are coming – possibly due to the fact that it’s a bit like a mystery to be solved) I kept racking his brain about where when what but he was very very good about it. The only two bits of information I managed to get out of him was that it wasn’t a women’s day related event (thank goodness) and that it didn’t really matter all that much what I wore – as long as it wasn’t too pajama-y (his words).

On Saturday morning, my beloved arrived at my flat at the said time and I was ready to get in his car and have him take me wherever he was taking me. But he came inside and told me that he didn’t want to be too early for this event. We made some tea, and my sister (who has a key) came into my flat with a packet of Orange Kit-kat (which our aunt had brought us from England) and told me that I had to help her carry some of her books into my flat because she wanted to store them there. I was rather annoyed – I was going to be late for my surprise!

When I reluctantly went outside, there was a brand-new silver VW Polo with a HUGE red bow around it waiting outside for me! My parents (who live 2000 km away) were also waiting outside for me! I was speechless and just giggled. I think I was more speechless about seeing my parents than the care – because I knew that I was getting a new one sometime soon (as my old car had literally started falling apart and my sister got a new car at this age).

So I spent the rest of the weekend in and around Cape Town and Stellenbosch with my parents, enjoying my power steering and radio/cd player… The question just is; what do I do with the bow? Wrap it around some trees?

I feel GOOD!

I woke up this morning and I felt GOOD! This was very unexpected, because I’d kinda gotten used to waking up in the morning and feeling bad, in that oh my word its cold outside and I really don’t want to get up way…I was also unexpected because I was expecting to be at least slightly hung over, which I wasn’t. It took me a while to realize that it was actually getting light outside as opposed to the normal winter daytime dusk that we’ve been experiencing lately. Then I finally got it. The sun is shining! Send out a news bulletin! Let a fanfare play! Joy to all the earth today!

My shoes! My shoes! I found them!

Black pumps. There are many many things that I can say about black pumps, but I’m going to try to say not that many many. I like them. A lot. I wear them. A lot. I wear them out really really quickly… Which mean that these shoes usually need to be replaced every couple of months. This is not as fun as it sounds though. Yes, HAVING to go shoe shopping is not actually every girl’s dream! I am extremely picky and always have trouble finding shoes that fit, as my feet were not ‘designed’ with the ‘ideal proportions’ in mind. (I often find it rather annoying that pants, for example, come in a variety of cuts and proportions to suit different body shapes; and pants are something that can be altered! You can’t do that with shoes!) Anyway, so last year, I thought I had it waxed, because I purchased two pairs of black pumps; firstly because hopefully they won’t wear out so quickly, and secondly, in order to have a back-up pair should the one pair get thrashed. However, when I went on a very very long December holiday, I only took one of these pairs along, and when I returned to my flat, the other pair was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere (or so I thought). Nothing. It was sortof OK though, because I had another pair… The shoes would turn up eventually, won’t they? But then something dismal happened. My other pair got worn out. So worn out, in fact, that I was embarrassed to wear them in public. Which made the disappearance of the other pair more of a crisis. I searched. I made phone calls. Nothing. And then, the other day, when I was packing to go camping, I found the lost shoes between some shopping bags in my garage. How they got there, I have absolutely no idea. But yay yay yay yay! Outfits work again!