It’s a long weekend and here are a few of the things I love. Surprise emails The sun coming out after the rain The rain Brunch Shorts, a t-shirt and muddy feet Bare shoulders Exfoliating Pablo Neruda Dogs Dogs in coats Bubble baths Lemons Petit … Continue reading Things I love
I’m lying on the bed, wrapped in a towel, staring at my closet. But instead of choosing something to wear, or agonising over what to wear, I’m thinking how a few days ago a certain man said: ’Violet, you have more dresses than anyone else … Continue reading A frock or two
You know that dreadful thing of going into a dressing room with a whole bunch of swimming costumes and they are all awful and the light is terrible and you realise that yes indeed you do have cellulite and you really shouldn’t have eaten that … Continue reading On dressing rooms and turtles
It’s kinda awful out there with Trump and his nazi toxic sludge party and I thought I could get really miserable but I do not want to and so today I am focusing on all the things I love. Which are: Cowboy boots Peaches Fresh … Continue reading The good
sunglasses are Ray-Ban
sunblock, Vichy SPF 100
the model – me
I’m off to Kruger for a few days and there may be a hot game ranger.
Yesterday I had eyelash extensions. I’d seen someone else with them, thought she looked amazing, got the details and made an appointment.
When the beautician was finished I looked in the mirror and went OH MY GOD. Then I went FUCK. Then OH MY GOD. Then FUCK.
‘You okay?’ she asked
‘Absolutely,’ I replied.
I paid her a small fortune and then my very long very thick very black sexy eyelashes and I headed to a coffee shop.
I wasn’t sure anyone would notice.
‘OH MY GOD,’ said the barista.
‘FUCK,’ said the waitress.
‘Do you think they’re a bit much?’I asked.
Nope. No. Not at all. Everyone was in agreement. They’re amazing. Magnificent. Perfect.
I sipped my coffee and dished the beautician’s number out to all the women who asked.
And I dished mine out to all the men who asked.
Well, just one, but still.
These eyelashes are amazing. They are long, flirty, fun, glamorous and the thing is, they ooze sex appeal.
I love it.
They’ve made me walk with a swing in my step, a twinkle in my eye, I feel confident and beautiful and you know…
I’m calling my difficult friend.
These are fuck me eyelashes.
And I intend to make full use of them.
Claudia is in Johannesburg. She does home visits. 082 456 3809. It’s very fucking expensive but worth every penny!
Gonna slip into
Something super sensual
And send him hate mail.