Product of the Week

Stretchmark, smetchmark

I don’t need an anti-wrinkle cream… well not yet, maybe in a few years, but definitely not now… I have one of those young faces, meaning that at 25 I STILL get asked for my ID when ordering my trademark vodka & redbull – note, not a redsquare in a bottle, but a double tot of Vodka, and a can of redbull, in a tall glass with ice…

Back to the pointy toed shoes… even though I don’t need an anti-wrinkle cream, I have one of those delicate skins, which stretches should I pick up 1 gram, so I DO need a good stretchmark cream, and believe you me, I have tried ALL of them, and I thought that some of them worked okay-ish, until I found THE ONE.

!!Strivectan SD!! Okay so it is quite pricey, retailing at about R1280 for 177 ml, at Metropolitan Cosmetics in Hyde Park, but it works!! Please read further, this is not one of those infomercials with client testiomials, with me claiming I lost 89 kilos in 2 weeks or my hair grew 2 meters in a month.

I tried it, it worked, I am sharing… see I am not all me, me, me (though I can be), I am thinking of you, saving you from stretchmark-hell on Clifton / Balito / Umhlanga this summer!

I can’t personally vouch for this but a good friend was ecstatic and said although it works the magic of a fairy god-mother with stretchmarks it apparently makes mincemeat of wrinkles, giving you as close to a facelift you will get without going under the knife.

I can bore you with all the technical details, but you can read it for yourself online. Do yourself a favour and read it, especially if you are one of those people who just can’t use something unless you have read and memorised the entire package insert.

I must be honest, I didn’t understand half of it, didn’t even read it until I was looking for a picture for this post, but I saw the results, and believe me they were fenominal. Now even I am may try out Aquila's newest find... Beauty Betty. Check it out, it is only for the brave and fearless.

"So", you ask me, "did you try it?"

Sorry... but I can’t show you… a lady never shows.

Spalicious

After my ordeal of yesterday, being sick and drinking way too much sinus medication, I decided to treat my credit card to a spa treatment – seeing that I work 8-5 and I needed a pick-me-up today, I decided to make use of one of the many city-spas available to us:

Where to go, what to do…

My criteria was quite extensive and my standards quite high, but my time limited so I needed to make a fast, but informed, decision:

I norrowed the criteria down to these:

#1 – Variety of treatments
#2 – Peacful surroundings
#3 – Affordable, but not skimping on quality

I then jumped onto my explorer and surfed my way through the spas until I found the perfect one – well on paper at least!

I opted for the Michelangelo Hydro in Sandton Square, oops Nelson Mandela Square (I keep forgetting), as it met two of the criteria on my list – it may be a bit expensive, but on the upside, I am right next to a million shops, which promises to make my day even more perfect.

It is a must try! If you have never been to a spa before or if you are a bit of a spa-slut like me, this one massaged my stressed out limbs to highs I can’t describe (and I opted for the cheapest back and neck massage – think what the expensive ones will do).

You will be on cloud 11 , fast on your way to cloud 12, and you will never want to leave – I was contemplating asking for a job there, just so I could make use of staff-discounts, but then remembered that I don’t like touching other people’s icky parts – well there goes that idea.

All jokes aside – give it a try – it is a lunchtime treat you will savour for long after, but won’t sit on the hips – au contraire.

Just keep in mind that you credit card may also need a massage after…

Fashion + Technology = Fashionology

1. Nokia 5300 XpressMusic phone

Or is it techsion, or maybe fashtech – what ever the right combination is I need it, and I need it now!

I have to upgrade and after my last disaster which I had to live with for 21 months I want to make the right choice (ooooh I sound like my mother)

Last time round I went totally on features and specifications, which made me choose the phone with gazillions of features that I didn’t use, and a phone so heavy I could feel that it wasn’t in my handbag – that, according to me, is just not right.

I have decided to choose a phone purely on looks, as that is in the end what makes people look at you – not what is inside the phone.

2. Nokia 7360

I have decided that the technology in my life should work for me, so I have norrowed it down to a few options (all nokia, as I like the brand and it is the most kooky-friendly)

3. Nokia 7373
These three are just beautiful aren’t they, especially since pink is one of my base-colours.

Their specs are listed on Nokia’s website if you really need to know, and if they will help you make a more informed choice, but comments are urgently needed Friday at 12:00pm in order for me to still get to Vodaworld before the weekend.

Thanks for the help – kookily-appreciated!

monday aaaaarrgghh

so i wake up this morning with this horrible feeling - no i did not have too much to drink last night - even though the feeling was quite the same - no i have the sniffles!! aaarrrrrgggggg, as if mondays aren't bad enough on their own.

now all of you know the 'office know-it-all', the one person who always has 6.5 opinions about everything and when something happened to you, it always happened twice as bad to their grandma's cat. well... I have about 4 of them.

they gave me the following advice:

1. drink corryx / corenza / advil / nurofen cold & flu

2. keep your chest area covered (this possibly because I always show a bit of cleavage), put on the heater / put off the heater / don't walk barefoot

teatime came around and into the chemist with me - what to choose, what to choose? after all the advice, i decided to buy all of the recommended potions and see which works the best (besides two of them were on sale which just didn't help the choice process).

on coming back i decided to go for the first option, corryx and a covered chest, but this made me feel better for about an hour.

i then opted for the second combination, corenza and a heated office, needless to say after about an hour of sweaty everything, I turned off the heater and swallowed an advil.

not feeling much better after lunchtime i tried the nurofen, and now much as can be expected i am lying flat on my back, barefoot, with a scarf around my neck, trying to type a post for my newly created blog feeling as though i am floating in and out of consciousness.

apart from the fact that i feel as high as a penguin up in the sky, my blocked nose and sore throat have said a swift farewell. even though i don't know which combination to attribute it to, i have opted just to thank all of my office-mommies for their wonderful advice and will try not to attract too much attention tomorrow, trying to avoid another dose of well-meant 'boererate'.

wishful thinking...

Kooky, Krazy & Kool

hi all,

i want to tell you a little about me and why i decided to blog... i know that most of you will not go through the trouble to read this... but i am doing it anyway...

the people close to me will tell you that i am kooky krazy and kool, i am also extremely impulsive and that is probably why i decided to blog, i don't really know what i am letting myself in for, but hey, if i can just cause one person to smile each day, my shopping bag will be full...

i am a girl, but not just any girl, a typically girly girl who loves flowers, shoes, make-up, bags, accesories, clothes etc, etc. i get drawn to pink like a million pins to a magnet and i looooooove shopping (just don't always have the money - that's why i think that plastic is the second most valuable invention of all time).

so as you can see, this shop-a-holic, shoe-krazy girl is up for anything, from a party to a shopping spree, to a long lunch, and even for an honest day's work (but only to pay for the previous three)...

...come and join me in my quest to show everyone that us girls who love shopping, nails, shoes and bags are not airheads as percieved, but make sense of the world in our own way... even if it can all be related back to clothes, hairclips and jewellery...