Practical Magic

'Sometimes we just stay up all night worshipping each other..like bats'.


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A personal favourite of mine since '98 I recommend this as a fun must see.
Go down memory lane and pick up The Craft, Stardust and Bram Stokers Dracula whilst your at it and prepare to have a spooky one :)
As for me, I send a cauldron of witches voodoo and enchanting mystic dust your way to have a magical Halloween..may you all turn into bats ;)

To my Vampire in Salem..I wish I could be there tonight to cast a special spell at The Witching Hour.

Slow Down The Pace

In our twenties being consumed with staying slim is so high up there on the list of priorities for every woman, that in between shopping for every season and slipping into our lusted numbers, most of us forget the health aspect of what we are eventually doing to ourselves..and whilst we look great on the outside, inside we're malnourished, constantly exhausted and half brain dead.
A busy morning makes time squeezed in for a latte, a luxury and a quick replacement for breakfast..by midday were running on empty and proud of the fact that we're calorie free..come evening we munch on a little bit of whatever we assume is healthy and replace nutrients with carefully counted empty calories..a few forkfuls of pasta..a thin wafer of our favorite dessert..'Yes!' we think to ourselves with a pat on the back..'we've maintained our intake for the day and the scales are beautifully balanced.'
Yet ironically we sit together at the end of the week and moan to one another about how our muscles arent toned..our bones are crying from pre-oteoporosis and our moods are cranky.
Rushing off to work in the morning theres piles of work overloading us and saying no is not a possibility considering that most of us validate our existence through achivements, so it's yes to (feel free to insert job description demands) more on calls...yes to volunteering for different shifts and all semblance of a personal life go out the window..we are after all the ultimate 20-something professionals and although we love our careers we secretly loathe the routine and dream of escaping to Tahiti halfway through the day..
Its no wonder that things just weren't balanced with me...on the outside it was all good..on closer inspection it was entirely a different matter...
So finally a month ago I redefined my priorities and decided that healthwise I needed to treat my body with more respect...I threw it into a complete overhaul..detoxed myself Joshi-style and turned completely organic..I spent time at home preparing homemade organic muesli for breakfasts sprinkled with fresh raspberries and served with honeybush tea..steamed salmon and garden salads topped with chopped walnuts alongside roasted pumpkin slices for lunch and dinner started making a regular appearance along with bursts of new flavour combinations on my daily menu as I worked my way through maintaining creativity.
There was more crunch time at the gym where I went back to my obsessive ways of working out three hours a day making my heart muscles stronger, building strength and bone density and power-plating my body to define a newer toner figure..I figured I'd rather spend those hours on myself than slaving away at the hospital and coming home to wish to pass out, only to face insomnia and late night calls to my friends on the other side of the world who would be up thankfully due to the time difference.
My favourite pleasure would be coming home after the gym to a scheduled hour where I'd switch my phone on silent, step under a warm shower and play my evening tunes playlist whilst literally slathering myself head to toe in all kinds of my tried and tested beloved potions. Taking the time to massage them in and inhale the heady scent as they melted into my skin made me feel uplifted.
I began reading again...it started with health books to research and augment the medical info I already had..(I love Quantum Wellness by Kathy Freston, everybody should get themselves a copy)..and it branched out into different genres..novels..autobiographies..economics and psychology..anything to expand my lateral thinking.

It wasn't as if life had turned suddenly perfect but it felt a whole lot better. Yes, I still make those late night calls to my friends, but Im more relaxed and less irritable..my skin glows and I go to work everyday deciding to clock in my eight hours seriously and leave it at that, its not my whole life..and it's not fair to expect so much from 8 hours anyway.

The winter wind suggestively blew through the city last night whilst I was sitting on the terrace and there was a frisson of romance in the air as it kissed my face and made me smile with the thoughts that had suddenly sprung out of nowhere..I found my mind wandering to a far away place, and allowed that thought to keep me company as I comfortably snuggled my knees up to my chest and relished the weather.

Here's to winter and the magic it brings.

xx

Kindred Spirit

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

Anais Nin

In a moment of solitude, Im curled up quietly reflecting on my here and now. The present is calm..like still crystal clear waters stretched out perfectly reflecting a starry cloudy night above. Not a whisper, not a hush..its all so pristine.There's not a ripple to break the silence or marr the picturesque display.

Beneath this facade, I know better, Im submerged in the deepest of thoughts..a weave of knots and tangles waiting to be unraveled but there is no rush..I take my time..it is nothing new after all..the bubble of existence that plays on and channels itself into different outlets..escapism..we're all guilty of that on some level or the other..
An old familiar drifts by..floats and wavers for a fraction of a second, it sets me off on a new tangent away from the muddle of contemplation that had me occupied..
I missed you terribly today...I apologize for my lack of communication, cant explain how mind numbing and exhausting my paradigm shifts are, when I really wish I would have it in me to really talk to you..but cant.
It is reassuring to know that we'll always be a phone call away. I cant explain what that consistency means to me. My changes don't allow for me to enjoy our memory lane, however sometimes a fractured sentence regarding an insane moment in la la land does bring about a wistful smile to curl across my lips.
Though the imaginary seasons have stopped rolling and the chronicles put away with the portrait of Dorian Gray, the ghosts too have begun to fade. Sanity is proving to be worth the price of shattered dreams.
Was watching a film you recommended a long time ago, will sleep immediately after.
Who am I kidding?
The perpetual insomniac sleepless in her own sleep.

xx

It Girl

Miroslava Duma

Of the few 'it' girls that I come across reading, only a couple stand out to me as having a uniquely personal and individual sense of creative style..let's face it, with the massive influx media blitz of stylists, magazines and shows these past few years everyone can call themselves 'style icons' and 'fashion savvy' but it takes real style to put your love of fashion together leaving a memorable impression of genuine creative individuality.

Have a gorgeously stylish Friday night
xx

Fabulosity

Bateel's date champagne

'Ca marche pas! Ca marche pas!' she walks in shaking her head with a giggle and looking airily at me over her blackberry thats frozen for the umpteenth time in the past few days..'This thing...ughhhhh!'

It's what we labelled a spontaneous mini break..away from routine and hectic work schedules for a good dose of chillaxation and laughter.

So we're lounging on a sunny afternoon waiting for our iced tea and going through another million ideas for places to hang out in over the next few days..Seriously this girl is the ultimate New Yorker living in Paris in the la la land of Dubai.
'You should have you hair wrapped up in a 60's behive french twist' I reply tilting my head and studying the layers draped across her forehead.

Her eyes light up 'Remember that French woman we met...'

'Nooooo babes!!! No pixie cut!' finishing her trail of thought with a laugh leaving her to ponder as she looks into the mirror and pauses..'Well she wasnt really french..' she trails off with another chuckle.

I smile and turn my attention to picking out a track on my music selection and the doorbell rings breaking my concentration..
'Ca marche paaas!' I breathe in an exaggerated indignation whilst I get up...she collapses on the couch in a heap of laughter at my accent as I answer the door..Theres a quiet silence before the room explodes with a fresh burst of bubbly laughter as she hears the conversation..
Seriously youve got to see it to understand it..that my lovelies is Fastidious Babe.

I think there are friendships in the world and then some..the warm familiar kind reminiscent of solid ones youve built over the years that simply transcend all the menial trivialities and allow you to just be, all notions of normal go out the window and you find yourself in hysterics over your quirks and randomness, your thoughts and happenings..in a comfort zone and it all flows naturally..the conversation, the musings and once again definitely the laughter..lots of insane hilarious bubbly highs

Over a screw-this-I-dont-want-to-think-about-life-Im-tuning-out break we decided on a spontaneous exchange..She learns to do my cosy peaceful thing and I get out of my relaxed perspective lol lazy as she likes to put it which always makes me laugh.
'La laa ma2saaaaa!!' Eyes widen in disbelief 'Ca marche pas! Ma9edggggg! Youre sooo lazy!'
I have to give her credit for really being gracious to have her go-getting soul put up with hours of lounging over our infamous raspberry martini mocktails.
It made the summer's end stretch into a fabulous one and all the better..friends like this are few and far between.

Ive had the best time in a long time..I laughed until I literally had my mascara running down my face and still kept laughing and everything got even more bubblier..from blocked chakra reading sessions to fall shopping to being indulgently aimless over one of the best weeks Ive had ever.
Life holds many fun twists and turns and as she put it some friendships are just meant to be..So here's a raspberry martini toast to you babes with a whole load of bubblycheers
For you my readers I leave you with a couple more shots and a promise to update sooner x

xx

Sunshine

A really witty read

Loves it!

Fastidious Babes fabulous taste in literature :D

Not a fan of MAC but a huge fan of honey..The Naked Honey highlighter

Spent the day after leaving my on call and decided to browse the mall after a good four months. I'm not big on shopping in AD as theres nothing that holds my interest here, but nonetheless it was good fun to just have a change from the routine of work and venture into the real world.

That doesn't mean that things have been stagnant for me though..since returning from my last adventure 4 months ago, I've been restless and the urge is reeling to a new metamorphosis once more.

So far my plans are shaping up well and the fun part is theres quite a few things pending whilst I sort myself out with it all, including new hobbies. The summer tends to get a bit slow so Ive decided to try out some pretty interesting things that I have time for now and just need to commit to. Im inspired and that's been a really good rush by itself..there's nothing like a bit of sparkle to suddenly breeze in with the summer heat and put you in a really good mood.

You'll have to watch this space for more on that to come..

Have a relaxing day off tomorrow my bubblylicious readers.

xx

The September Issue

August 28th releases the documentary The September Issue in tandem with U.S Vogue magazine's most anticipated issue of the year, the mega fashion packed read thats so heavy with style its literally two kgs in weight.

This documentary followed her as she and the Vogue offices prepared for the 2007 September issue. A new piece of info? Wintour never wears Prada lol.

xx