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April 2014

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Back In The Habit…

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This morning my mother sees me leaving home for the office and she doesn’t miss a beat saying, ‘Good morning Oprah”. I refused to take the bait and continued packing my hand bag, hiding my amusement. She proceeds, “You get a car, you get a car, Evvverrryone in the audience gets a car!

I could not help but laugh because wearing this ensemble had me feeling like i needed to be holding a mic talking to audience, officiating a building, kissing babies or something.  So call me Oprah or Mrs Obama, because I am feeling so sophisticated. 

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My time in Africa really inspired me in ways that i never thought were possible – so say hello to this little number that made its debut in corporate Australia on my first day back in the office. Can you handle?

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Brisbane city, let alone my open plan office did not know what hit it, as the African fashion invasion took a strong hold and demanded centre stage.

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On a more serious note, even with five weeks exploring and having memorable experiences, i am happy to be getting back to my regular routine – now if only i could shake off the urge to nap around 3pm!

Earrings – Lovisa, Dress – IamTinashe Custom, Shoes – London Rebel

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Marley Twists – See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil…

I made a promise to myself that when I go back to work on school nights I would be tucked in bed by 10:30pm, No Exceptions.

As I get my new routine underway, its meant that i just haven’t had the chance to show off my Marley Twists. In my previous post you would have seen that i was kind of obsessing over them. Now I have them, done by yours truly.

Necklace – Lovisa, Watch and Bracelets – Mimco, Ring – Gucci

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Hair Talk – Marley Twist…

When i was in Johannesburg, South Africa every second woman I saw had Marley Twists. Not the big sized ones you see on this post, but the itty bitty ones you get when you know you will have a small army to help you remove them.

I could have had them done in my short whirlwind visit to Johannesburg, but in my experience whenever i have had some hairdressers do my hair its either its too sore (scalp is so sensitive), braids are too tight or the hair irritates my scalp etc. I decided not to chance it. So yeah, I am pretty lucky that i can do my own hair.

The beautiful women you see on this post really serve as a great source of inspiration as i am doing my hair myself

Finished product to be shown soon….T

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Rock Hard, Rock Steady…

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Fashion designers such as Stella McCartney and Rachel Zoe can’t be wrong…both designers have incorporated jumpsuits into their collections and I have to agree – jump suits should be a staple for any professional woman.

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Why? Simply put the jump suit is a fresh and fun alternative to a sometimes boring business suit (which you will rarely see me in).

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There is one disclaimer, without getting too personal – there is a down side. You see when wearing a jumpsuit a bathroom break, can become a mission. Something that would normally take five minutes can take ten – twenty minutes.

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Time spent in the bathroom really depends on were the zips are placed on the jumpsuit. Having worn the jumpsuit in the office, that’s the only real inconvenience during your working day. But as I always say, if your comfortable then it’s not fashion.

Jump Suit – Asos, Belt – EBay, Vest – Dotti, Shoes – Wittner

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Game On….

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It all started like this. My Creative Director and I were sitting around having lunch, basically bouncing around ideas on future shoot ideas – you know location location. To her amusement, i was like after we finish this bite to eat, lets go to Time Zone. 

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Being the big kid I am Time Zone is perfect for fulfilling my random gaming needs, laugh if you want to – but it keeps the mind stimulated. For those wondering Daytona racing is my favourite game and its the only time that I can confidently drive a manual. I can’t do it in real life.

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After playing a few games and no doubt kicking some ass (thats my  competitive nature spilling through) I decided the arcade would be an amazing place to do the shoot to capture my look of the day.image

We managed to take about 15 frames before we caught the attention of the Arcade Manager. Trying hard to hold back his irritation he advised us that is was private property and we were not permitted to take photos on the premises. We understood and kept it moving.

Being the photo ninja that I am it was too little too late for the manager as I had already secured, the images i wanted to use.

Besides, I have been kicked out of better game arcades.

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She Aint No Diva…

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I am not going to lie to you, whilst i miss the joy and freedom of Zimbabwe. I am definitely glad to be back to where I call home, Brisbane, Australia. Home really is were the heart is. For me it had been a solid 5 years since I had been to the mother land, Harare, Zimbabwe. I know people who go back to the mother land on a yearly basis, but I cant really explain to you how that happened but the time just passed.

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Fresh from home having touched the African soil with my bare hands and immersed myself with the culture and the people – high and low class. Upon reflection, so many things have changed in Zimbabwe and in my humble opinion not for the better. I guess the best way i could describe my trip back home, would be like going to a a knife fight and the opponent brings a machete. No rules, no barriers, everyone is on survival mode and lets not forget cash is king.

The mere thought of that reality makes my values quiver like they are standing in what was once a burning hot shower but all of a sudden the hot water has been cut off and you still have soap on your body so must continue washing with the cold water hitting your bare skin. For those that have experienced that, its not ideal.

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When i was travelling the only thing that I had control over was the time time i got to the airport to make the next flight. Scary feeling for someone who is notorious finding it hard to relinquish control. As you can probably imagine in the environment that i was in, this was not always possible. As grown as I am, i simply learnt the art of letting go and letting God.

The things I saw, my personal experiences, the people I spoke to – made it virtually impossible for me to come back home unchanged. I am am not a stranger to this. It seems whenever I come back from an overseas trip things change, I change. This time round i found myself seeking a greater simplification of life.

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For the first time I can honestly say, I am content. Content with everything that I have and everything that I am.

It saddens me to think that even with all the opportunities that has been provided to me with education, my career, my circle of trust (family and friends) – it took a trip to an African country for me to be reminded and to truly realise how fortunate I really am. Very humbling indeed.

Definitely not a Diva…..anymore.

Top – Sunny Girl, Skirt – Temt, Shoes – Target