todaloo, holiday.

The joy that was my month long holiday has come to an end :( No longer will I be able to lounge around in whatever I feel like, not wash my hair for a significant period of time.... Its my first day back, and I swear, the stress levels have sky rocketed. 3 hours of class an my head is @#$%^&*(. ( yes, that's not an actual verb)

My last weekend consisited of:
workworkworkworworkwork

Okay, perhaps a little more. It was Bastille Day i.e party weekend in little ol' Franschhoek and the weather was lovely. After a friend's car accident (she's okay now), the rest of the beautiful Saturday was spent wandering up and down hot Fhoek (boring as hell), eating incredible strawberry ice cream and herding (yes, herding is the appropriate term) my two 'Bastille-ed' parents and older brother. Lets just say I'm not letting them off their leashes next time. OMFG.

A few days before, I discovered a floral dress in a bag with all my baby clothing. Of course it fitted perfectly, and immediately became my latest victim. Later I discovered my mother had made said dress, many, many years ago.

 

 I jizzed it up with my pink blazer, little white belt and little white handbag. (got the little whites a couple of years ago in a random town, R60)

  The necklace was purchased straight off the street at Bastille, R50 BARGAIN. 

 

 I am obsessed with anything that's shiny, and this necklace jingles too! Rings: stolen (from a friend, not a shop, ) markets, birthday, arms are from my gran and mommy. White bracelet courtesy of Franschhoek Station.

I stole a tshirt and modified my dress for dancing, didn't actually look THAT bad! Very "Little House on The Prairie"  , even changed my shoes...

Got home much later than planned, as my inner dancing queen was just way too happy about the reggae band at the local pub, I mean, they were awesome. 

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANDELA!! :) x

and hello, Alexandra, here's your mention, Londoner.
Photos by Joo Minitzer