Peeka Boo – I See You!



My dearest Beloved,

I find it incredible (magnificently so) * that you can still feel the invisible pull of my outstretched arm, when my soul is craving a dance amongst the glittering stars; to be weightlessly waltzed around the velvety skies on the magical canvas we so long ago created.

The frozen lake below us has melted, and if you look below, you’ll see a Marilyn look-a-like sailing a yacht. – yup that’s me!

I’m learning to sail and this past weekend I sailed in the worlds biggest inland yacht race – the Round the Island Yacht Race at the Vaal. (Who’d ever have thought!) And my crew were four 12-year old girls – no adult supervision! :-)

Unfortunately I didn’t get to finish the race as one of the other boats in our club  had sprung a leak and they were sinking. Unable to reach any of the other seniors, they called me (cellphone signal in the middle of the dam – amazeballs!) for help. I turned my yacht around to go rescue them; so by the time we’d flagged down a powerboat to tow them in, we were too far behind the fleet to continue the race, and instead took a leisurely sail back to the yacht club.

Until the wind picked up that is, and then a leisure trip turned into a hair-raising slalom sail with my mast almost parallel to the choppy water. Scary as it was, it was absolutely exhilarating, don’t know when last I experienced such a high!

After seven hours on the water, and mere minutes before the storm broke, I moored my 21-foot hunter in the jetty … Just in time to witness another of our boats coming in across from us, too fast, and so one of the boys jumped off to stop the keel hitting the motor of the moored dinghy in front; only to fall face flat on the metal grating.

With these kids in my care, and my natural maternal instincts – my heart stopped – thinking he boy was going to (eventually) stand up toothless and sporting a broken nose. Luckily that was not the case; however his left knee was sitting north west of its natural position and was quadruple the size of the right cap.


I was stuck behind the boom of my main sail, as we had already started derigging my boat; and I couldn’t get to him so one of his crew mates was instructed to drag him off to the paramedics tents at camp.

By the time I met him there, an ambulance had been summonsed and his folks had been notified. Torn between remaining on camp with my charges, or accompanying my 13 year old patient; it took only a “will you come in the ambulance with me mom?” for my decision to be made. Much to their respective parents amusements, many of the scouts have taken to calling me “mom”!

So an hour long ride to the hospital in Vanderbijlpark ensued, and we met two very grateful parents in the ER (despite the senior Scouter stating, and I quote verbatim “If I had been there, I would’ve taped his leg with duct tape – don’t worry you’ll learn not to be such a mother hen” – as if!)

The following day my assistant didn’t come to work – his morning started with a minor bumper bashing, following by being knocked down by a vehicle after leaving the police station.

The week continued in a similar vein; I won’t even go into the gory details, suffice to say that despite the absence of booze and boys, my life is still fraught with drama’s – albeit others and not my own. And that makes a pleasant change :-)

I still have no new adult friends, consorts or companions – and it has nothing to do with my previous venture into the dating pool – notwithstanding how tragically or rather violently that ended – I’m fully healed – (emotionally at least, seems I have lasting tissue damage in my right arm, which is where the new Marilyn’s shoulder resides)

But I digress … I have 50 kids keeping me busy, and enough hearts to love unconditionally until my Star Dancing, Rumi Reciting, crescent moon kissing Beloved appears in new form. :-)

Thanks for sharing the video, I will go online later and experience it – and I will let you know what I feel. Oh and a great thank you for the list of DVD’s! I’ve seen many of them; immediately purchased several as well as a few others that I shall be adding to the list. But that is an email for another day.

* why oh why do I still express any surprise at the synchronicity of you emailing me a day after I so vividly dreamt of you (and Diana Cooper, Doreen Virtue and a white kitten with long rabbit eyes – it was a dream woven in magical love) and a few mere hours after thinking of – no, FEELING you so insanely intensely.

** Pics: me on the back of my boat, waiting for the tractor to tow us to the shore; my crew in front; view of the yachts; and another view. And the last pic – that is of me taken this morning :-)

You don’t look older – just more grown-up! Where’s all your hair??? Big change!

Thanks again for your email, your words, your thoughts, your love, you.

With love from infinity and beyond.



Due to the fact that my sailing photo’s have other people’s children in them, I won’t be posting them on my blog – and it’s too much of a mission to edit out their faces; so here are two photo’s one of the dad’s took as we were all setting out.


Coming up next – the email from Beloved containing the very surprising news.

Peeka Boo


love life

I could tease you by dragging out my news to first outline all of Angel’s academic achievements and Star’s new working environment … and then regale you with the latest in Scouts and sailing activities, before finally getting to the juicy subject of


But I’m in a generous mood and quite frankly it would take more energy that I have at the moment to attempt to create one of my famous drawn out cliff hangers.

As is evident from my postings, I still hear from Beloved; with irregular emails being received and even more intermittent emails being sent. In fact, and if my sent box is accurate, I have only sent two emails in as many years – whilst Beloved has sent far more. Most of which I have posted.

A few weeks after receiving the last email, I awoke one fine Saturday morning to find an alert on my BB notifying me of an unread email.




My dearest Immortal Beloved

How are you my love?

I felt our connection so strongly since last week Friday and I have been meaning to write to you just to say high and share a few things.

You truly have woven your spirit into my life. Every aspect of my creative consciousness is birthed within the spirit of your unending, ever giving fountain of life. You give so selflessly, and for that I am truly blessed (you are probably thinking I have lost my mind. But better to lose my mind, so I can awaken once again and find myself wrapped within you)

I saw this music video and I’m not sure if you have seen it. But I thought of you SOOOO much. It is such a powerful piece of soul music. The music video is breathtakingly stunning. I play it like a mantra. It is such a beautiful destroyer of illusions, that piece of music is.

Let me know what you think of it.

Watch “Nahko Bear (Medicine for the People) ღ Aloha Ke A…” on YouTube – Nahko Bear (Medicine for the People) ღ Aloha Ke A…:

If that doesn’t work, then maybe search the title on YouTube. If I were you, I would save a copy of that music and the video. Goosebumps.

A little update on me getting older. [two photos of Beloved were attached] Would be great to see you too my love.

Life is too short for not expressing freely.

I love you,  truly,  madly, deeply.

Always yours, forever.

Your Beloved.


Nothing surprising or shocking in his correspondence, other than the photo’s – I won’t pretend not to have been startled by the sight of him on my screen – especially since he had cut off his shoulder length curly hair.

Instead of filing the email in the Beloved Folder in my inbox, I sent a comprehensive reply with much of my own news; which in an attempt to string out the update, I will post in a separate email.

Don’t get too excited mind, my email is relatively same in the grand scheme of things. Especially considering the email that came from Beloved a few weeks after my response.

And ironically that email was received two days after I did the tarot reading.

Surprise pervades information received through letters, phone calls, encounters.

Hahahaha, “surprise” doesn’t even come close to describing the jaw-slacking mouth-dropping, eye-opening incredulity of the astonishing news he shared with me.

But first things first … my email to Beloved in February coming up next.

~ ♥ ~

Work Force



Dear fellow bloggers, friends and voyeurs

My extended absence is not due to a lack of life and thus nothing to write about; nor am I so busy that I don’t have time to draft a post.

Truth be told I’ve drafted several [read: hundreds] blog posts and have either lost them in the ethers due to my pathetic BlackBerry’s* inability to function; or in the light of day, I’ve reconsidered the content of my proposed rantings and pressed delete.

Work is busy – but not hectically so. I have a new assistant as my previous two asses let me down.

Ass 1, who’d been with me for a year, resigned at the beginning of the year – whilst I was still on leave – and once he’d made the decision to leave, he barely did any work. And the little he did was so poor he might as well have not been here.

Ass 2 spent her two months in our employ looking for another job. Her internet history was filled with recruitment websites, and her email sent items reflected conversations with her husband and agents. What she actually did for the company I can’t answer, as there was no evidence thereof; so she was unceremoniously fired at the end of last year.

So now I have a new Ass; a young school leaver who is only too happy with the lowly salary he is earning, and eager to please.

Also on the work front was annual increases at the end of February. Mine was insultingly low – even for Boss Lady’s standards and so I did what any other revolting South African would do.

I threw my toys [in lieu of toyi-toying] and went on strike. I didn’t literally leave the office, but I refused to deal with difficult customers and passed them onto BL, making it clear that dealing with that crap was above my pay grade and she could resolve their issues.

I also played the single mother card and I’ve been wailing about Angel desperately needing braces and how I can’t afford to pay to fix my beautiful child’s ugly teeth.

Seems I am making progress as she has offered to almost double my increase; however since I initially requested it to be quadrupled, I will not cave until I have triple the initial offer and so I have countered her offer with a request for benefits in the form of Pick n Pay vouchers. Staff welfare is a great tax deduction for the company, not to mention it won’t reflect in my bank account and therefore I won’t be penalized with an increase in tax myself.

TA – no tattling on me to the tax man please. Groceries? What groceries?

Weary that I wouldn’t receive my asking price, I decided to apply for other jobs as a back up. I actually only sent my CV to one organisation and only because they were close to one of the private schools luring Angel in with temptations of a scholarship [more on that in the next post].

I actually know the HR manager, as she – wait for it – shares a house with Blondie. They’re no longer friends, and are trying to go their separate ways. Apparently Blondie will moving to the cottage at Kris’s place; and HR Chick is looking for units in my complex to rent.

I do recall writing about her before, Blondie and I went out with her on the night that I gave Dancing Dude the heave ho. Oh and speaking of Dancing Dude a.k.a Nolan – whilst I haven’t seen him since that fateful night three years ago, I do see his mother quite often. The same mother he claimed was the accountant working for him at his panel beating business is actually a sales rep for a security company that I have dealings with. Small small world.

So where was I?

Ah! I had an interview with HR Chick at the financial services company and filled out enough forms to feel very guilty about the forest destroyed in the process. I wasn’t that keen on the position as it involves sales, but the salary expectations ensured that I gave permission for them to conduct credit and criminal background checks [gulp] as well as undergo quite an intensive online aptitude test; the results of which were all surprising. Par for the criminal check. I knew I was clean.

I was rather nervous at having an ITC check due to my dodgy past; however I came up trumps. And after the results of the aptitude test came out, I’ve had the HR Chick literally begging me to attend the training course before an offer is even presented.

The more objections I could find to accepting the position, the more she was overcoming them. Damn – she should take the job as she doesn’t take no for an answer!

I’m still not really interested though. I don’t want to go from a job I hate to another I don’t enjoy. Whilst the salary will be wonderful, I’ll only be on the look out for another job the minute I start; and with all the studying I would have to do to get accredited – should I leave before a certain date, I would have to pay the company back – so it wouldn’t pay me to go, or leave.

So here’s hoping and praying that Boss Lady does the right thing, and fittingly fills my empty coffers.

Still to be updated on; Angel’s schooling [big things happening there]; Star’s new job [he landed with his arse in the butter]; my love life [wouldn’t you love to know]; Scouts; sailing and other drama’s that inevitably find their way into my orbit.

* I finally relented and got a new phone; a barely used shiny iPhone 5 that I bought from a colleague of Star’s who fancies me [got a good deal taking advantage of that little fact] – but Angel took the phone to learn how to use it with a view of teaching me. I’m still waiting.

~ ♦ ~

March Music Challenge



Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle [I used the playlist on my BB].  For each question, press the next button to get your answer.  You must write that song title down no matter how silly it sounds! [or you can cheat like I did and use the song on your playlist that best suits the question.]


I Don’t Mind
~ Usher ft Juicy J

~ Omi

~ 5 Seconds of Summer

Take me to Church
~ Hozier

Hold Back the River
~ James Bay

Thinking Out Loud
~ Ed Sheeran

Life of the Party
~ Shawn Mendes

~ Imagine Dragons

~ Ella Henderson

Only Love can Hurt Like This
~ Paloma Faith

Love Me Like You Do
~ Ellie Goulding

Divine Sorrow
~ Wyclef Jean ft Avicii

Uptown Funk
~ Bruno Mars

~ Nick Jonas

Earned It
~ The Weeknd

~ Rihanna ft Kanye West & Paul McCartney

~ Maroon 5

Tarot Reading | Quote

Let go – take a risk – stop worrying about what other people think of you.

The only way is up; the time of betrayal and negativity is almost over.

A blast of fresh air may blast through your life bringing sudden change.

Surprise pervades information received through letters, phone calls, encounters.

Unexpected, spontaneous, romantic new admirer?

Responsible cautious individual with an excellent head for business. Reliable, loyal, sensual, traditional.

You are so tired of struggling that you fantasize about giving up. Don’t. You are nearly there!

Focus your vibrant energy on expansion, because things are opening up for you.

Communications should bring changes in their wake (that was the 2nd time this message came through) – and perhaps an opportunity to travel.

You will reach a secure financial plateau – achieving and enjoying sustenance, material comfort and sensual pleasure.

It’s a time of pleasure and gain, to enjoy your success, relish your achievements and, and feel complete without the approval of others.

~ ~ ~

When I give up the helm I know
that the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done. Vain is this struggle.

Then take away your hands
and silently put up with your defeat, my heart,
and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still
where you are placed.

These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,
and trying to light them
I forget all else again and again.

But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark,
spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord,
come silently and take thy seat here.

~ Rabindranath Tagore ~

There Is No Doubt



Dearest Beloved (Immortal)

There is no doubt about this daily devotion my heart has to you. It has never stopped. From the moment we connected again this lifetime, this feeling (not yearning, not drama) of utter devotion and respect to the Love I feel towards you my dearest dearest Love.  Even in the happiest moments, you are there, always. I thought I would share that with you. I hope you are well, I really do. Although I don’t hear from you (what’s the point, as you would say), I connect with you daily. It is ingrained in this heart of mine to remember how the music sounds in that heart of yours.

I thought I would share this list of movies that seemed to be a must. What’s missing from that list is a movie called I Origins. The Fountain is obviously there. It’s not my list, but I thought of you.

Movies to watch

Waking Life
Spring Summer Fall Winter Spring
Fight Club
Life is Beautiful
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Mr Nobody
The Power of Nightmares
The Century of the Self
127 Hours
The Tree of Life
The Fountain
What Dreams May Come
Manchurian Candidate
Requiem for a Dream
Dog Pound
American Beauty

I love you so much. Thank you. Always in humble gratitude for this opportunity to Love You.

You reside in my eyes and in everything I see. You dwell in my heart and in everything I feel. You are the moment that exists in this silence. You are the soul of every melody.

I Love You, more than you will ever know.

Strippin’ On The Stripper



If you thought that was the end of the story, you would be sorely mistaken; that was just the prelude to The Encounter.

*insert suspenseful violin music effect*

Before I could get to the diagonally opposite corner of the area, which had the only unoccupied piece of land; I stopped to chat to one of the complex gardeners who was sitting where the teenagers had laid out their towels, puffing on a cigarette given to him by one of the teens.

The obligatory greetings ensued, with small talk of, ‘when are you going to weed your garden?’

I did! All morning! I even pruned the rose bushes. (Butchered them more like, if we’re to be honest here) But next year you can take over, according to Star I hacked out quite a few plants and have instead been tending to weeds. My bad.

We laughed, I walked away and sashayed around the pool, my over-sized pink floppy (I know, that sounds soooo wrong) straw hat, dancing along with me, and playing ‘now you see me, now you don’t.’

“Hey Har.”

“Hi Stripper.” (Who knew I could sing?)

I inhaled as I passed by him, and only let out my breath once safely ensconced in my little corner. Not so much to breath him in – heavens, I’m only in the crush stage, and I haven’t yet entered infatuation or obsession levels – but God forbid he got a whiff of my garlic breath.

With all good intentions, and Scouts honour they were; I finished the book. It was hard work I tell you, reading sex scenes when I haven’t had any nookie since … Kingdom Come, and with Mr Sexy himself standing a few feet away with his pheromones drifting in the direction of my heightened hormones.

After the final page, which couldn’t come soon enough; I lay back in the sun with the hat over my face, my bikini clad bod on full display, and eavesdropped on everyone in the pool area.

Hey, I have never denied being the voyeuristic type.

All too soon the weather turned on me, with dark clouds hovering over my glorious sun, and the wind blowing enough to cause goosies on my much naked flesh.

Damn you Mother Nature!

Whilst hanging around the braai area fully clothed in overcast weather is quite appropriate; lying on the grass in a bikini isn’t.

After a long moment of unsuccessful wishful thinking, I realised that my sunning and perving session was officially over for the day. I reluctantly got up, slipped my blue and white floral dress over my bikini and put away the poor excuse for a novel.

Thereafter I made my way back around the swimming pool, passing the braai area on my way. Which was the shortest route, of course.

Breathe in, look straight, shoulders back, boobs out, no, no, no! Boobs in, walk faster.

“Bye Har!”

“K, bye.” through gritted teeth. [I’m never eating garlic again.]

Whilst fumbling with the key in the gate lock – cos that’s the effect this guy has on me; I get so nervous in his presence; my hands shake, I blush involuntarily and my brain goes to mush.

Don’t even get me started when he actually talks to me! Oh my god, I grin and giggle like a love-sick teenager and I’ve even caught myself twirling a bit of hair in my fingers with my head bent. Bleh. Guys this hot intimidate me to the point that I regress in age.

So there I was, key in lock, ready to make my not-so graceful exit.

“Hey Har, I just wanted to say …”

Tipping Towards The Stripper


Hot tattooed guy

Arriving at the pool area, I dug around Elle Vie Senior in search of the pool key (note to self: make large laminated card keyrings so as to find the damn key more easily, and prevent loss once thrown onto the grass. No prizes for guessing which resident has misplaced the greatest amount of pool keys.)

With an unsteady hand I slid the key in the lock whilst attempting to scan my surroundings through my dark sunglasses.

I hear voices but I can’t see bodies

Strutting from the gate to my spot on the other side of the enclosure, I noted with bitter disappointment that none of the five occupants were my proposed object of ogling.


Maybe he signed for a key but will only be arriving later? Or perhaps the entry I saw in the register was from the day before?

Ah well. I’ve half a book to read and cold pizza and garlic bread to eat and I did come here to relax. Perving would’ve jut been the cherry on top.

Unfortunately my bad luck was only just beginning.

The quintet had obviously been potting away in the sun for several hours prior to my afternoon arrival, as they were comparing sob stories, littered with crude expletives; vying to be heard over the din of the not-so-popular music blaring from a portable speaker.

Great. As it is I’m struggling to get stuck into this book without the distraction of drunk men, their girlfriends and mommy with the brandy-laced “my daddy issues are fokken bigger than yours.”

When the sobbing slanted towards aggression I decided that waiting around in the misguided hope of spotting the lesser-spotted lady-killer wasn’t worth the aggravation. I packed up my goods and returned to the guard house to swop keys for the less popular swimming pool. Anything for some peace and quiet.

On the way I was passed by the kid who used to bully Angel when she was younger; but with whom she is now friends with and I even give a lift to school to. He was riding a friend of his scooter to the pool, accompanied by the scooter owner’s pregnant teenage girlfriend.

I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of sharing the area with a bunch of teenagers, however they are all quite respectful towards me and so I needn’t worry about too much noise  as they wouldn’t dare face the wrath of Auntie Harmz.

The boy left the gate open for me [see, good manners] and I entered the pool area to the sound of an Angel’s chorus. In my head of course. It’s just something that happens when I am confronted by the sight of such ethereal hotness!

*harps playing*

Whoo hoo! It is my lucky day after all and it’s evident I wasn’t the only person to exchange swimming pool keys. Thank you loud drunkards for sending me this way, and straight into the same breathing space as …

The Stripper!

Sadly he was fully clothed in a branded T-shirt and shorts, with no surf board abs on show. [who the hell hangs out at the pool with clothes on???] But beggars can’t be choosers and I was only too happy undress him …

… with my eyes.

A bonus was the huge grin I received when he saw me and waved with a “Hey Har!”

[as an aside, I have been hankering over The Stripper for over three years – our first encounter in 2011 is documented here; and I also note that I’m always reading a Paulo Coelho book when he is in attendance. How bizarre!]

Trippin’ Over the Stripper


Hot Guy with Tattoos

I’m pretty sure the resident complex hottie is aware of the massive schoolgirl crush I have harboured on him over the years.

Even if he mistakenly thought the stammering was a speech defect; I doubt he hasn’t noticed the instinctive blush and shy smile I wear when he talks to me.

Like he did yesterday.

*sigh* Yes, I still gush over The Stripper. ¹

Just viewing the tantalizing tanned tattooed toned torso of a man is enough to make my day.

Throw in a dazzling smile or two, and him calling me by a very rarely used and rather intimate nickname of mine; and you can understand why I am still floating on cloud nine.

It all began with me deciding to relax by the pool to finish the Paulo Coelho² book I bought with a gift voucher I received for my birthday. However between work, Scouts, gardening and decorating-research; I haven’t had time to snatch more than a chapter here or there in that time.

Adding to my desire for some R&R was the early morning with Star preparing the walls for painting. After having the lounge and passage laminated (oh did I forget to mention that? …)

… Redoing the floors wasn’t in the budget, however I received another unexpected windfall in return for professional assistance I had provided to a friend, and so I immediately called Peter, whom I stumbled upon on Gumtree, for a quote.  It came in a bit too high, but he was open to negotiate.

So last Wednesday afternoon I returned home to find bleached San Francisco Pine laminate floors. When Angel walked in she said the living room looked like a New York apartment. (Whooppee!)

Anyway, fast forward back to yesterday afternoon. After paint preparations, pruning the roses and weeding the garden; I was too weary to lift a brush so I decided to chill with my book and perhaps take a dip to cool off.

I put on my turquoise bikini (the IBTWYPDB has been retired), packed a large LV bag with lunch (Saturday night’s left over garlic bread and chicken mayo pizza), a Bad Boy Cola energy drink, a weathered towel, cushion and factor 30 sunblock; and went to the guardhouse to sign for a pool key.

And whose name should appear on the line before mine in the register??? None other than The Stripper!

*Harmony does the happy dance in the guardhouse to a rather perplexed security officer*

I hadn’t seen him since Halloween, so I was rather excited at the prospect of eye candy. Although he parks his motorbike in the parking bay opposite mine, we hardly arrive or leave home at the same time, so my carnal urges have been dormant of late.

With a bounce in my step, I made my way to the top swimming pool in the complex, preparing for my well-deserved reward of an afternoon of innocent³ perving.

 ~ ♥ ~

¹ I think the return of fire in my loins is a good indication that I am horny almost ready to start fishing again. Just preparing my bait and tackle.

² Adultery was bitterly disappointing. I found it poorly written, the characters weak and the voice of women unheard. Perhaps it’s due to the book being translated; but considering By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept, The Witch of Portobello, Brida and Eleven Minutes are in my Top 10 Books; the latest offering by Signor Coelho is sorely lacking. What a waste of almost 300 bucks.

³ I am, as I always have been, merely perusing the menu. I have no intention of ordering the medium rare rump steak.

Refurbishing Home and Life

Loving Life

*Breathless, again*

Life is good great!

The Harmony Household is soon to become unTVless.

In fact, the entire living room is getting revamped.

I recently came into a tidy sum of money. (Relatively speaking.)

Not enough for the 55″ HD LED Smart 3D TV I have my heart (or at the least, my visualization) set on, but enough to get my redecorating project off ground.

Before I get a new TV, I advised myself; I would need to install it on a freshly painted wall (still deliberating between brilliant white or dove grey). Then I realised I’d need to take down the brown curtains and bamboo blinds, and replace them with white (or silver) aluminum venetian blinds. My first choice was American Shutters on the lounge window, for both security and aesthetics; but the bonus I was awarded for my financial reporting wouldn’t cover such luxessity (luxurious necessity).

However after the painting and blinding, I’ll move all my black and white canvas print Marilyn blockmounts from the passage and arrange them on the lounge walls. The plan is to give the area an old Hollywood glamour look and it doesn’t cost anything to move my artwork around.

The life size Ms MM currently on the wall at the end of the passage will be replaced by my 55″ gold framed mirror, turned vertically; and will be placed on the left of the canvases, so that she’s “above” the side table and inline with the ‘chaise’

Methinks ‘before’ ‘during’ and ‘after’ picture are needed!

The current TV cabinet (a Gordon Fraser – if you’re interested, make me an offer) needs to go. The big screen needs to be erected on the wall, so the current coffee table in the middle of the lounge will be moved against the wall to place the BlueRay player and DVD player and front speakers on.

In place of the coffee table, I’m considering two faux leather mini cube (R150 for 2), with either an antique grey suitcase (my own) or an antique black and silver cine projector (also my own). I don’t want too much clutter in the centre so I’ll have to continue visualising what is the right combination.

Whilst ‘looking down’ at the new layout, I noticed the grubby carpets.

Argh. Disgustingly dirty and retaining germs and other nasties.

How I dream of laminate floors. The lightest greyish / white, adorning the floors of my cinema room and down the passage (which already sports a red carpet befitting the glam look.)

In the interim, a slice of my windfall can go towards a Turkish Carpet. Magnificent black and red thick piled design. 800 bucks from the fleamarket. Maybe, still deliberating.

The plan for the sturdy yet unsightly couches is to purchase throws. I want a black / white cotton throw on the sleeper couch that will be facing the movie screen to-be; with red and black suede-feel throws on the single-bed-sized make-shift chaise against the window (and the shutters – I wish).

I need to put a small coffee table in the corner between the couches, preferably with a lamp on it. Haven’t found either yet.

In the empty area between the lounge and kitchen, is going to be …

A coffee bar!

I’m going to paint my vintage side server red (with the same paint that I’m painting the inside of my front door), give it new handles, and then fill it will all my mugs (most of them are white / red / black so they’ll fit in well). My black kettle and coffee plunger will also have prominent position, and the cupboard section will perfectly store my stock piles of sugar – white and brown, Nescafe (for me), Ricoffy (for the kids), tea, Horlicks, Nesquik, and rusks! With Angel’s expanding baking ‘business’, I’m running out of kitchen space so this will be super convenient.

Other items to sneak into my budget are bar stools for the kitchen counter. I’m swaying between swing 50’s diner stools, or leather and steel backed gas lever something or other. I’d have to purchase them second-hand, and even then I’ll feel the pinch. But to have a seating area in the house will be the greatest blessing!

On that note, my final purchase would be an outdoor picnic table. To enjoy outdoor dinners on warm summer nights … Heavenly! And I’ve got fairy lights bought a year or two ago that I can hang on the patio. And wouldn’t (see that?) tou know, they sell them on various street corners in my hood. Sign says R500. Not bad. I think? Can’t say I’ve ever bought a picnic table. Nor any item from the pavement ala-William Nicol, to be honest.

Anyway, I’m super excited about all the projects on the way, am loving being online igniting my creativity with inspiring pictures; heightening my passion. I’m really going to enjoy my home whilst on leave in a month (20 working days to go).

And on top of all the refurbishment, it is my investiture ceremony this evening, whereafter I’ll be a uniformed assistant troop scouter. (I know, how did that happen???).

Before that is our office year end lunch; and on Sunday our family Christmas / farewell-to-baby-Boet-and-family-who-are-moving-to-Cape-Town do.

So quite the marvellously hectic weekend!

Ok, that’s it for now. Have a wicked weekend!

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