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Winter, the Old Hag.

As I type this, it is howling outside. That kind of howling that makes you snuggle down into your fluffy Eeyore slippers and feel safe and cozy listening to the rapping of horizontal rain whipping into your windows.

Ah, Cape Town’s winter has reared it’s ugly head. There are two kinds of people in this world. People who love cold weather and sane people. (I am neither.)

This morning I was torn from the glory of giving my pillow head, to venture outside for a modelling test shoot. Which on the whole, isn’t the crappest way to spend a day – unless the stylist has lots of vintage sundresses and outdoor things in mind. Guess where this is going? Yup.

Before the sundresses: This is me, "Warm"

I was freezing, in the howling wind… The kind of cold where you forget how sunshine feels, ever. and If you’ll ever be warm in your life again, with misty rain and soggy feet. The crew are miserable, people’s cardboard cut-out girlfriends and boyfriends are blowing away – and so are reflector boards. Exhausting for all involved. Maybe I’m just melodramatic. Maybe I’m right.

The bottom line is, I’m home safe. It’s dark out there now and I can truly say I am grateful that I’m in here. But that’s not true for everyone in South Africa. The knowledge that -right now- under a bridge there is someone who is colder than i was today, and hungrier – fighting against the thieving fingers of the Cape winds for their pieces of cardboard. Their “warmth”. Well, that breaks my heart. And it shouldn’t be allowed.

Now, our dear old Twitter has a form of solution. The Twitter Blanket Drivehttp://www.twitterblanketdrive.co.za/index.php  they are collecting blankets near you. All over SA. I beg you, remember how often you complain about having to “go out in the cold” imagine having to STAY out there.

Follow #TBDZA to find out where you can donate.

If you can’t donate a blanket then you MUST have an old jersey or two – you know the one with reindeers that Aunty Mable knitted? Or the old velore tracksuits that are so “Two thousand and Late”. Pass them on to someone who will treasure them. Or pack an extra muffin or hot pie in your lunch box to pass out to someone at the robots. Failing all of that: you could also not ignore homeless beggars, with the trained indifference that us Saffas have mastered, but – smile. Make eye-contact. Show them kindness. Is that slight annoyance for 30 seconds at a traffic light really going to ruin your day? Think about theirs.

There is a Japanese Proverb that goes: One kind word can warm three winter months.

Now it’s not like me to be serious and unfunny. And I promise not to go all green-peace on your asses. But the thought of the joy, hope and humanity that exists in that poor, cold soul under a highway overpass right now… receiving something warm. Well that’s a freaking high-five moment right there.

*High Five*

Me keeping warm between shots - At least I had a coat!

Remember: http://www.twitterblanketdrive.co.za/ and tweet it hashtag #TBDza

Cant get to a blanket drive? Other SA charities to donate to:

Help take the chill out of winter by donating warm clothes and blankets to iCare, the national charity that helps uplift the poor.

Siyanqoba Service Foundation Centre – Helping the Honeydew Squatter Camp community with regard to food and clothing.

No one likes lying in the wetness.


*high five*


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Winter Blues? Get PINK.

So it’s that time of year, Capetonians have all taken up jogging again. Not to get their abs and butts ready for the Clifton catwalk, but to get out of the rain. Jogging from their cars to their offices to escape the winter misery of rain. Ah, for the next three months we are forced indoors and repeat the mantra that ‘We love Cape Town’ over and over again. (lest we forget, when looking out the window at the lack of blue sky and horizontal rain drops)

But, shiny happy people. I ask you to revel in the knowledge that something warm and luxurious has arrived from the islands.

Something that you can drink. Oh yes, I have your attention now.

Step away from your mundane desk in your mind, and allow me to paint you a scene. Picture, in your mind – if you will – an island. You are on that island. Picture the peacock colour of the water, shimmering, shifting tones of blue rolling infinitely out to meet a horizontal strip of blue sky. Throw some picturesque cumulonimbus clouds into that sky. Big fluffy, white, friendly ones. Look above you – there’s a palm tree (of course there is) it’s casting fronds of shade over your toned, tanned, sunbaked body. Look at your feet. They are digging into the softest, baby-powder like sand, with every wiggle the office and the stress of winter skies melts away, feel it between your toes. Listen to the gentle lap of the waves and the cooing of pigeons in the trees nearby. Lick the salty-air off your lips. Now, one more detail is needed to perfect any island fantasy. A cocktail. Picture a cocktail in your hand. What colour is that cocktail? My made up statistics say that 99% of beach cocktail drinks visualised in hypothetical situations are pink. Of course they are. Blue skies, Pink drinks. It’s logical. It makes sense. Just go with it. It’s rum. You like that. It tastes of vanilla and spices. You like that even more.

Peace, Freedom and Harmony.

Now, back to reality, you’re still at your desk. You’re still just reading this. But what if I were to tell you that the wonderful people of Mauritius have managed to bottle all of that for you. And they made it pink. It’d make me very happy if someone told me that. Which is what happened, because they did. And that’s what I’m saying to you – because it’s true. It’s called Pink Pigeon Rum. Made and bottled in Mauritius. And it’s about to do great things in South Africa. Winter just got a whole lot warmer

In slick stylish packaging, with the words Peace, Freedom & Harmony on a pink ring around the neck – what’s not to love? If “what the bleep do we know” taught me anything, it’s that writing positive words on liquid can change the liquid to beautiful, positive crystals. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about – click here) So, not only will it taste like the islands, but you will be ingesting the concepts of Peace Freedom and Harmony with every sip. Now that’s something ALL of South Africa can do with more of. Can we maybe spike Malema’s water jug? Perhaps then he’ll stop with his current top 10 singing faves and start humming John Lennon’s Harmonius hits…*wink*… Just Imagine.

I’m excited to get pink and fluffy…

*that’s what she said! High-pink&fluffy-flinging-flanging-five!* 


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