Passion for Fashion.....

People of Couture

Yes, indeed some might be questioning my crazed and seemingly impulsive moods and statements (of late) - highs and lows, but those are the ingredients to making the best bikki's in town - i will not settle for the Bakers Man - so..... Nibble a bit and let me know if you really didn't enjoy alllllll my crazy, yet intriguing facets - ha ha ha....

When i was a little girl, well about a head shorter than now (i didn't stand in the front of the line when height was given out, but boy did i get blessed with talent....) anyway, i drew pretty little pictures of stunning and magical dresses that would wear to my matric farewell, glamorous balls and glittering events (cause naturally i was going to be a superstar - please note i am currently a star only, 'super' being imported...)....So there i was drawing lovely outfits that i could see in my colourful imagination almost daily...Sadly, little blocks (which clearly stood higher than the average me - lol) blocked my view to my underlying talents and the fashion designer was put to sleep (in an silk and shivon ball gown i will have you know - always in style, lol)...

Then........ (i get so excited with this part)....a few weeks ago a few girls were sitting around chatting and clucking and cooing about this and that, when suddenly i made mention of a certain designed blouse/top/shirt/magical coat (lol) i was hoping a friends mother could put together for me as she had made mention previously that her mother sews and all and all...So, naturally to explain the look of what i was seeing in my center eye.....i drew and well.......The rest is being turned into a venture towards a fashionably successful and oh so much fun future...

I am drawing again and loving it, i have the tools, i have the studies, i have the support, i have the vision, the imagination, the motivation, the drive, the vision, the passion, the skills, the RAW talent!!!!!!! Ha ha ha - and i am moving all the way to the TOP.....

A passion is not an instant influx of a thought that has dawned on you, but rather a simmering broth of all the right ingredients and when the timing is right, when the contents fuse correctly with the right amount of spice and strife (cause yes, that is needed as well)....well then you are about to serve up the greatest dish of your life...A dish you have been preparing for your whole life and strangely, you might not even have realized it.....

So....that, ladies and gents is what all the whoooo haaaa has been about...I am now officially a student and my passion is growing by the second....To me this proves that no matter who you are, where you are, what you have been through, what you know or have been exposed to....your future is never as narrow minded and unobtainable as you  might think at times and once you are on the correct path the limits are unimaginable and well, limitless.... (he he he...)

(Oh and thank you to all those wonderful people in my life that are supporting me - you know who you are, much love.... and kisses and hugs....)

In closing - watch this space....And for those who know me......good for you!!!!! (ha ha ha - yes yes and good for me - dit is mos van selfsprekend.....)

Goeie gedorie.....

You know you love me in cheek, classy, sensual wear....

xoxo

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

People of tights and corsets....

How beautiful are those lines some of us have yet to understand (and its really not that difficult btw, read slowly the 'dotted inserts', from R & J of course)....

• It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
  Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
  Who is already sick and pale with grief,
  That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Wow that such beauty is compared to the gifts from nature. Gifts from nature which have been granted to us purely for viewing and to aid us in time-keeping only (well predominantly anyway)...Romeo here compares his fair Juliet to the sun and insults the moon (so to speak)...And this from one look, a few words and a kiss....

Teenage love, so pure and so untouched...The love you feel for that someone is volcanic and if felt in its entirety at such a vulnerable age, can....well last a lifetime...

• Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
  Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
  And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
  

Here Juliet is willing to give up on her name, her roots, her family all for the boy she felt those fireworks with....Is that not how it is when you are touched with the arrow of cupid at such a tender age....?

The sun does stop, the moon fades and the stars become brighter. A smile is accentuated by the whole body and a kiss is as potent as a night in his arms...The touch of his hand on your face, the feel of his breath on you neck....your heart enveloped with 'pop rocks' (those little candy bits that pop in your mouth when it gets wet) and you can almost feel it jump from your chest when you see him, speak of him or hear his voice....

• My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
  Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
  

The world comes to an end....No one is around....Time is but a word....

• Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
  I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
  I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
  'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
  Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
  The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
  I have more care to stay than will to go:
  Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
  How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
  

And forever is in your reach....The sand beneath your toes feels like velvet, softly brushing past your skin...The ocean warm, like a refreshing shower after a long day...The air rushing past your ears sound like angels whispering everlasting blessing for you and your love...

• It is my soul that calls upon my name:
  How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
  Like softest music to attending ears!
  

Nothing can break the bond, nothing can dampen the love...No walk is too far...

• How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
  The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
  And the place death, considering who thou art,
  If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
  

No evening is too cold...No kiss is taken for granted....No memory is dispersed with age....It is merely placed safely in a little holder for when the timing is right. It is merely on pause for the moment. For that moment the whispering angels knew of, but forgot to mention to you....Timing.....

Life is only worth living with him on your side...Losing him cannot be fathomed and is unspoken of....(we won't speak of the pain of the heart-ships throughout)...

• Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
  Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
  If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
  Do thou but call my resolution wise,
  And with this knife I'll help it presently.
  God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
  And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
  Shall be the label to another deed,
  Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
  Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
  Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
  Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
  'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
  Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
  Which the commission of thy years and art
  Could to no issue of true honour bring.
  Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
  If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
  

Teenage love...So pure, so untouched.....Now the question is this....What if that little holder stays in a safe place and one day is opened...? What then...?

Romeo and Juliet were such beautiful examples of how things don't always work out as it should (due to timing i will have you know), however....if (by some miracle) Juliet awoke before Romeo drank the poison...what would have happened....

I'll tell you what would have happened.... - they would have been overwhelmed with their love for each other. The would have made haste and left the shadow-ridden city filled with sadness, hate and despair and they would have grown in love and forgotten of hate....

Mmmmmmmm, so many would disagree and sadly to a point my logic would join in on the 'Not a Chance' Parade....however (as this is my Blog and i will write as i choose)....R & J live happily ever after...Their timing works out, they run into each others arms and never let go...They partake in all they need to, to ensure a beautiful future for them. They reignite and do indeed, live happily ever after..... (Screw anyone who thinks otherwise (and i don't mean in a good way))...

U know u love me when i delve in romance.....

Kort en kragtig....

xoxo

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