Keep it Tidy

One tequila,two tequila,three tequila....FlOOR...
This mantra is all ok when you're partying with friends,but with your work colleagues....mmmm...with your bosses.....nooooo.....
Why? Because you will regret it. It's all good dancing on the bar top and finally putting those 'Pole dancing lessons to work,but then in the morning,when you are back in the boardroom or asking for a raise,do you think your boss really takes you seriously?
Truth is,you are not just the professional at work,we know that,but we really don't need to endure your horribly drunk bad ass karaoke singing bar jumping behavior at every company outing. Do you really want to be known as the 'Entertainment'....and I won't delve into all the negative connotations that go with that label!

I love to party,champagne and all the frills,and it's fabulous!
Just,please,keep it tidy :-)

The 11th Commandment

’Cheat, but don’t get caught!’, also known as the 11^th commandment got me into somewhat of a moral quandary this week.

So, I do cheat...on my hairdresser...why, because she isn’t always around when I desperately need her, and desperate circumstances call for desperate measures.

But to put things into perspective for you, my 2 hairdressers are fully aware of my relationship with each other as they are both mature and understand that I have needs and accept that they are both not capable of satisfying my needs at my every whim.

My hair has its own personality, infact it has a few, and so often I find that it needs to be soothed and  mollycoddled, sometimes  all day every day, what can I say, thanks to all my multicultural ancestors... it was just designed that way!

I returned from some travel and was confronted by a very moody head of hair in the morning. So, I call up my HD, and to my horror, she was ‘day off’. Completely in a fix, I dial up my stand-in, who also was day-off..., a conspiracy!

And then I do the unthinkable, I make a booking with someone else; remember that whole desperate thing...

I arrive at the scene of the crime, quickly whisked off to the wash basin where I’m greeted by a strange woman with a strange accent. I do not know about you, but I see having my hair done or spa treatment as my down time, so DONT TALK TO ME please...unless, I talk to you...I’m sorry, I just find that making mindless drivel chit-chat sooo exhausting...

I keep playing this scene over and over in my mind: I’m laying back, head in the wash basin, strange woman with strange accent chattering away, violently scrubbing my head when, Whoosh, Splash, Gasp...she washes my meticulous (years of training to apply loads of make to give me the ‘natural’ look) make-up off my face!! Was this my punishment? Was this my karma?

After been curtly apologised to, I’m then take to the Torture Chair, where my hair was burnt, scalp scolded by someone who could not have been bothered with my hair’s sensitive soul. And then the cherry on top of this disastrous cake-my bill was almost double to what I normally pay!

This was a moment I would never forget-throbbing head, dishevelled hair (think that was look that stylist was going for), mascara running down my face- I made a vow, I would never, never cheat on my hairstylist(s) EVER.

Now while I did not technically break the 11^th Commandment i.e. I did not get caught by my 2 HairStylists, I do feel that I got ‘caught’ by getting ripped off and having a horrible morning!

Here’s to our HairStylists, may we live happily good hair-days  ever after!

Lady D

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Hello World!

I’ve been recently placed in a somewhat precarious situation-my Royal Behind been tossed to the curb by my once awesome husband, I kissed him and he turned into a frog...

So, where does this leave Lady D in this wild wild jungle...I’ll tell you where, back to the Start, and I’ll have you know I did not collect my R200, or a penny for that matter...but alas, I will survive!

And here I find myself homeless, trawling Property websites in desperate search of a new abode. And like most women, my eyes fall on everything expensive and out of budget. And then the fantasising begins, imagining myself in a luxury apartment, something in the Upper East Manhattan, interior designed by the Great Ralph Lauren. I don’t know whether it’s my unequivocal love of New York, but I’m loving all things which have the slightest hint of the Big Apple.

In an effort to keep me temporarily from reality I started looking at interior design blogs (and then all sorts of blogs), and oh my, the treasures I found! All my favourite things at the click of my diamante mouse!

So, I thought how great, reading these blogs have been so inspirational and entertaining, I’ll start my own because I have loads to share...(and shed) J!

Now, this is not quite the load shedding we South Africans were forced to become accustomed to...Thank you Eskom. What I am is a sister, friend, boss, but above all a woman... right down to the 7th level of my soul! I want to share with you my triumphs, my fashion faux pas and show you that if you are a Pear (like me) or an Apple or Banana (wish the skinny cows would slip...ok ok just kidding), you can work it! So many funny, strange, traumatic things happen to us all everyday and often we wonder if we are all alone in this world...I’m here to tell you that you are not!

Stay tuned, I look forward sharing with you!

p.s. Blessed are the cracked...for they let the light in!

Lady D x