Our friends, Brad and Ulandi, got married yesterday, at a beautiful venue just outside of Pretoria. They had an award winning photographer who captured the day, spectacularly- I am sure. However, where I remembered, I snapped a couple of pictures myself, and landed with these four.
This was the first weekend in over a month that Craig and I just got to chill and do homely stuff. On Friday we passed out in front of the tellie before 9. I woke up bright and early on Saturday, got served a lovely eggy breakfast by my most amazing, and then went to a dress fitting for my friend Ulandi's wedding. In the afternoon, we lazed, until we joined my family for cake and tea, at a lovely place in Pretoria called Blos. We went back to my parents place to pick up their Scrabble, and for the rest of the evening, Craig and I settled into a good game (where I proceeded to wipe the floor with him- mwahaha).
Sunday was just as lovely, we again, woke up bright and early, I had a long lovely bath, while Craig had his car washed. In the early afternoon, we went over to his mom's house, where I got to see my most beautiful nephew- little Liam. We had a scrumptious braai, and some amazing lemon meringue (Craig's mom is a genius when it comes to this dessert). And now, my Mister is watching a movie, while I write this blog post, after which I will proceed to tuck into my kindle- where I am currently in the middle of a tantalizing read.
The most amazing lady got married last week (what an oh-cassion), and the weekend before that, myself and the other lovely bridesmaids threw her an awesome shindig. My oh my, was this a day/ night to remember!
The theme was a "vintage" inspired high-tea. I dressed her up as one of the extras you'll see dancing at Gatsby's parties in; The The Great Gatsby.
We held it at Monaghan Farm, were it was suppose to be held under the huge Mulberry tree.
However, the wind started blowing, the clouds started rolling, and whilst I was dressing Miss Jess, the other ladies carried the two big tables inside (up a 100m slope- shame).
It was a splendid day, filled with pretty dresses, pretty ladies, penis-shaped games, presents, walking like an Egyptian and food, glorious food.
After- we were pick up in our pink limo to enjoy the awesomeness that is Great Dane in Braamfontein.
Here we; got chatted up by Australians, danced on hundreds of 5c coins and had an all-round fabulous time!
I was sad when it was decided that we were going to leave, and spend the rest of our rented-limo-hours at Billy's in Fourways- but quickly realized if you are with a great bunch, place, seldom matters.
Jessica, you and Gary can get married again, I wouldn't mind doing it all over again!
Anyone who knows me, has know me to be very competitive. I've been so since I can remember.
I've recently tired of it, not because I have a hopeless attitude, or i'm giving up, but because I have realized there is MUCH more to life, and also that the best way to get where you desire to be is to become less of a competitor and more of a creator. I came across the below article today, and I will be exploring the concept further in future posts:
"- We often shouldn’t seek to be really good competitors. We should seek to be really good monopolists. Instead of being slightly better than everybody else in a crowded and established field, it’s often more valuable to create a new market and totally dominate it. The profit margins are much bigger, and the value to society is often bigger, too.
- Doing something so creative that you establish a distinct market, niche and identity. You’ve established a creative monopoly and everybody has to come to you if they want that service, at least for a time.
- Creative people don’t follow the crowds; they seek out the blank spots on the map.
- We live in a culture that nurtures competitive skills. And they are necessary: discipline, rigor and reliability. But it’s probably a good idea to try to supplement them with the skills of the creative monopolist: alertness, independence and the ability to reclaim forgotten traditions.