She Dresses

I have a dress! It totally rocks! I'm delighted! I can't wait to wear it. Again I'd post it - but that would be telling. I have a dress from a sensational shop! I have a She Dress! The shop assistant calls all the dresses 'She!' - like they're living and breathing and sighing on the hangers - scouting out the buyers who dare to enter - gossiping amongst themselves about being far to small for that waist line!

'She's a beauty...' 'Oh she's made of raw silk...' 'She goes for quite a lot...' 'Oh she's well she's different...' Could I try Her on please? 'She won't fit - she's from Fasion Week.' Mmmm. I know. That's why I'm on diet! But luckily for us the designer was in the shop yesterday - after I'd tired on all the same She dresses from the day before - the designer burst through the door bringing sunshine with her. Don't get me wrong the assistant is really sweet and not condescending - I just... Well... I was very happy to meet the designer. I continued trying on dresses to various ohh's and ahh's from Renee, Joy - the bridesmaids - and the Designer. If the the dresses were in fact girls - many of them were in stretched agony - begging to be taken off! Raw silk, lace, intricate hand beading, satin... I can't describe how beautiful they are.

Everyone said that when I put it - or Her - on I'll just know. I kept thinking - maybe I do know, maybe this is it, maybe I'm being difficult... But... Too Catherine Zita-Jones... Too Florence Nightingale... Too princess poof... Too bizarre... Too expensive... Too ordinary... Maybe I'm in the wrong shop.

So as we're leaving - there hanging by Herself on the cupboard with no-one to talk to - the one that the day before was... 'oh she's very small...' But today the designer luckily caught my longing glare and must have heard Her (the dresses) silent cry 'Pick Me...' So I tried it on - or didn't try it on - held it against me is a better description for what I did... and placed my order. Even with the fascist diet... She's far to bloody small - he was right. I have a She Dress...

Can you please stop calling it SHE! Okay - I have a dress. A wedding dress.

I have work, I need to do it. But who can focus when you have a brand new friend.

The Freestate, getting married, going on diet

2010 - wowser - it feels like the millennium in South Africa - everyone is giving the recession the middle finger and getting on with it. The mood rocks. Living on the edge rocks. Joburg rocks. Getting married rocks. Getting married - I have been whisked off the shelf - dusted off - and ring placed firmly on my finger. Singing pop music after one too many... 'Well if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it...' has paid off. So now it's venue venue venue - dress - flowers - wedding bands - guest list - mmm.

I went to the Freestate - for anyone who thinks they know the Freestate but hasn't actually been - it is spectacular! You should go. It's the best kept secret. Working farms - nothing like being surrounded by cows, sheep, tractors and mountains...




Farm 1 - under a massive Oak Tree - the fabulous woman, who has never hosted a wedding on her farm and that really appeals to me, is so enthusiastic that she's willing to plough fields, grade ground and build steps anywhere on her farm!




I love the simplicity.







Farm 2 - A wedding venue yes - but also a working farm. Nice. Very Nice.






This is the barn - where people drink dance and make many an inspiring speech






Farm 3 - Also a working farm







The barn has massive doors to pull open and let in the light







The shadows stretch as our day draws to a near end.







Thanks Freestate Farmers - choice rocks.







As for dresses - we went to a shop yesterday and saw the most amazing dresses - the most stunning of all for ONLY R18,000 - i'll have two! Who spends that much on a dress??? The sweet shop assistant then offered to make the dress without the raw silk - without the intricate beading - without the chiffon from India... all lovely offers to make you feel cheap and like the only one who can't see that this is The Big Day. So we left. Sad. But how lame really?

We started fat loss lab - but more on that another time - vomit - or not vomit - because there's not enough to actually vomit!

So to end off - I arrange events all day, every day... gala dinners, corporate theatre, conferences, video's... It's what we do when we're not making theatre theatre... I never really thought this would be me. But here I am arranging the one event that I really want to attend.

Before Shots

So today we got into our swimming costumes and took before shots. OMG - I cannot say how shocked I am. I much prefer the image in my head. I'd upload a photo - but I won't do that do you. Who ever you are.

The diet starts in full. We lost the pitch - grr - beautiful 7m by 22m screen with shadow play... Gutted. But it does mean that we can set the wedding date. 8 May 2010. 3 Months to drop the jodhpurs that have grown out the side of my legs!