The love song of the sock

Michi suggested this idea and I was quite taken by it. I have to admit I shed a small tear while writing it, the untold love story of the odd sock.

We met and you were beautiful

The prettiest sock in the drawer

I couldn’t take my eyes off you

I had to find out more

Your heel, so soft and elegant

Such a delightful squishy toe

Your polkadots a cheery red

Why, you had a certain glow

You looked at me and I could see

Recognition in your smile

You knew me and I knew you

And I could see we both had style

Your polkadots were just like mine

The dotty pattern just the same

You saw right through my stitching

Beneath my fabric frame

You kept looking oh so deep

Right to my handstitched heart

I saw myself as I saw you

Two sides of the same part

We were a pair, you and I

Oh the brightest on the block

Everywhere you went, so did I

You and me, dear sock

You on one foot, I the other

On travels far and wide

In sweaty shoes and slippers

We journeyed side by side

Then they tossed us in the wash

And you seemed so sad that day

You seemed to know already

But how I couldn’t say

You looked at me and smiled

My love, my favourite sock

My perfect polkadot, my mirror

My lovely pair, my rock

You kissed me oh so softly

A puppet smile, a tear

Thrown into the machine

We were overcome with fear

I tried to clutch you as we turned

I tried my love, I tried

But as we spun you vanished

And I lost my only bride

Strung on the wash line

I waited, anguish in my soul

For you to appear next to me

My other part, my whole

You never came; you vanished

And I was left behind

They didn’t even look for you

They hardly seemed to mind

A pair of socks, without a pair

Only one now all alone

Gone my love, my lady

A love lost to bemoan

I am nothing now without you

One sock that should be two

It’s a pair of sock after all

My time is up; I’m through

Heart unstitched and broken

Dots fading now, so grey

Holes suddenly appearing

Fabric starts to fray

They look at me so gravely

And I hear them start to plot

I’m picked up rather roughly

The garbage can my lot

Tossed away, discarded

Rubbish my new friend

I sit and think of you my love

As I wait keenly for my end

As the truck pulls up I hear it

The rhythmic crushing and the grind

And as I'm thrown to my demise

I really do not mind

Then I hear them find you

Concealed by the suds

Hiding in the wash machine

And I feel as my heart thuds

The end is now my darling

It’s too late for them to save

The machine beckons and I go

I promise I shall be brave

I feel it as it finds me

And crushed and picked apart

I think of you, my great sock love

My pair and my heart.

Sometimes you just find the right words

“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated


“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

I start life drawing classes tomorrow :) I'm doing a class at Frank Joubert - an art school I've gone to throughout the different stages of my life. Weird how you just keep going back to certain places isn't it? I've been annoying myself so much recently. I keep saying I'm going to do stuff and then I always run away. Enough Now. Time to do.

Happy birthday Gramps

Happy birthday to my gramps, love your starshine xxx

Last weekend :)

On Saturday morning I dragged my boy to the Tokai Market for brownies and pancakes of deliciousness! He is lovely and I'm quite fond of him :) xxx

Had such a fun night at the Trinational Birthday party, celebrating with em, stam and kez :) Love my friendies :) xxx And yes... my panda obsession is getting out of hand, I actually dressed up like a bear :)

For mother's day, we went for a family lunch at the Mont Rochelle in Franschhoek. I had a wonderful day with my special family. Le Chocolatier Factory is a tiny restaurant and chocolate factory which serves the most divine cakes in town- I had the Lindt chocolate mousse cake- guilt on a plate!

My beautiful mum :)

Love my family xxx

paper boats

Greg spent ages teaching me to make paper boats the other day. One of the first memories I have of my darling gran is her making me these little boats. I was absolutely enchanted and was convinced that the fairies kidnapped them at night to transport them to the grand ball (don't ask... quite an imagination when I was little!)
 Did I mention that the boats make excellent hats as well? :) I miss you so.

Getaway

An adventure. Lovely crazy people, great place to work. Learnt a lot, got some things published in the magazine and wrote quite a few online blogs :) Look out for my two page article on keeping your cool with camping fridges, I think it's in the June mag hahaha :p