It’s a rainy Monday in Cape Town. A perfect day for staying in bed…if that were an option! Yoga’d this morning at the stunning Yoga Life (Capetonians you need to try out this new studio! Gorgeous!), and work to be done before the Paraguay/Italy game this evening (beanie, check! Gloves, check! Raincoat, check!).
Here’s your weekly Style Candy reading – tie dye is back!
Just a quick note to let the Cape Town ladies know that Friends with Jenny will be in Cape Town this weekend, until next Wednesday. So if you’d like to see some of the new winter stock, or you’ve seen something in one of our mailers or on the website that you’re dying to try on, book an appointment today! (Email info at friendswithjenny dot co dot za)
Enjoy all the football feeeeeeever!
Jenny
xx
Today I’m feeling super excited (and pretty damn cold). World Cup mania is upon the whole of South Africa, and it’s not really even about the soccer. It’s about a country that really knows how to pull it together when we need to, and how to really have a party. We’re not afraid of a little noise and a little colour. There are smiles all round at the moment, even in the traffic!
Last night I ate delicious Thai food with friends that are always good company. We drank wine, ate hot and spicy food with sticky rice, and decided that although the Thai really know how to make amazing dishes, their desserts really fall short of yummy. To be honest, they are just plain weird! 
I wish I could take today and tomorrow off and really enjoy the carnival atmosphere. It certainly feels that no one wants to work at the moment!
My body is feeling tired and a little grumpy because I’ve been filling it with quite a lot of sugar lately. I continue to struggle serious sweet cravings!
I’m waking up at night thinking about work, selling, winter stock and summer fabrics. It’s not altogether fun.
Tomorrow I’m off to Cape Town to catch a World Cup game and extend the weekend into a long weekend (next Wednesday is a public holiday).
It’s sometimes called a ‘vart’ and sometimes a ‘queef’, but always called ‘embarrassing’. A, ahem, friend of mine experienced this in yoga this morning; a very common event apparently, especially in inverted postures. It’s pretty startling, induces immediate mortification and seems to be worse at some times than others.
I did a little web research and it seems some women actually stop practising yoga because they are so terrified of the audible and uncontrollable vart. Seems pretty sad to me, especially when you think that it’s just air and is not accompanied by any smelliness, unlike its cousin the fart. And it’s pretty damn funny too, when you think about it. Perhaps the best thing is to giggle and let it all out? I guess it does depend if you’re varting next a man or a woman!
Anyone have some stories to share? Feel free to post anonymously 
Now look at this back. What’s a little vart when the destination is a strong, lean, toned body and a healthy mind?
Yes, I’m feeling it. You’re damn right: it is here. I saw a big Slovenia-branded bus parked outside the Hyde Park hotel (so groupies, you know where to go) and decided it was time to buy the flag, squish it between the window and door on my car and get patriotic. I think I’ve been feeling a little ‘blah’ about the World Cup because we’ve been talking about it for how long? The media killed the world cup star, if you ask me
I’m having a terrific back day today. I felt limber and elastic in yoga this morning (watch, I’ll feel like I’ve had my vertebrae super-glued together tomorrow morning), although tired. I’m going to blame the lethargy on the moon and the fact that it’s new moon on Saturday. It’s easier than blaming it on high GI foods right? (No-one mention condensed milk. *Blush*.)
This little outfit is so up my street. I love to mix things that would not normally be paired together: a pretty, pretty anglaise dress and Chucks for example.
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