Monday, June 11, 2007

moonstone, skimpleshanks & a polarneck

Well, my Fake Fiance proposed to me again, this time over a Happy Meal at MacDonald's on Friday afternoon.

He bought me a ring. It's exquisite, and he really shouldn't have done that. It's a solid rock of moonstone mounted in silver:



For a fake fiance, he really went all out.
What a sweetheart, although C reminded us that someone may get hurt from this situation. I hope not. I think we understand each other, Big T and I.

Then we all went to the Mandog. I wore a polarneck jersey, which was, despite all the stupid choices I've made in the past, was the most uninformed decision I have made all week.

It was schvitzy in there. And when I say 'in there', I don't mean in the club.

I played mommy at the Manhattan Club. I haven't done this in a good long while – zyphing my mate's car keys and forcing her to down Coke, so that irrescribable destruction wouldn't be left in our wake.

After a picnic with The Ant and Company at a park, I spent Saturday afternoon in a haze with Skimpleshanks and Teddy, whilst listening to Big Band in their apartment in Norwood. Just chilling. And talking about souffles, Belgium and Oros.
Lovely boys they are, when I took 40 winks on their sofa – I awoke having being tucked in with a duvet over me.

Peas: Put on some Lionel Richie!
Teddy: It would be quicker to have Granny Weatherwax knit a jersey for the entire Great Wall of China than to wait for Skimpleshanks to put on Lionel Richie.

I've realised that my life has been slipping into the doldrums of uncontrollability over the last few weeks. I need a plan. I need control. I'm overwhelmed by everything right now, and I need to shape up or ship out. As from today, I have goals in place to ensure the only way I go is forward, not backward.

My room will no longer look like it's been in a jihad. No more bras hanging from the light fittings, no more pants, shoes, and other indescribable shit strewn all over the floor. I shall, when working from home, not sit at my desk in my pyjamas. I shall wash the make-up off from the night before. I shall be assertive and say 'no' to a mid-week piss-up when I'm too buggered.

I'm taking control.

This bird isn't going to look like a chewed plimsoll anymore. I'm reprogramming and refurbishing myself.
It won't happen overnight, but I'm ready for fabulous again. And I'm starting with the basics. My routine.

23 comments:

Michelle said...

Moonstones are my ABSOLUTE favourites - that is one beautifully stunning ring.

I know what it feels like when you need to grab back control by force. Strength to you...

Peas on Toast said...

Michelle - it's rather exquisite innit?
And thanks - here's to control!

duke said...

you have beautiful hands, Peasy-Pie.

Peas on Toast said...

Ooh duke, you make me blush - seriously?? Thank you.

PS: The feet are ugly fugly.

Champagne Heathen said...

Good luck in taking control!

Listen to some Mafikizolo. That always gets Jozi back in my good books.

Peas on Toast said...

If Mafikizolo could sort out my love for Jozi, life would be a very uncomplex, simple place.
But unfortunately it's not.

duke said...

For sure. ;)

kyknoord said...

Lucrezia Borgia would have been so proud. (I recommend powdered mercuric chloride. Very effective)

boldly benny said...

Heya Peas, a series of events have made me feel like I've lost control in my life. I'm working on slowing things down, getting my routine and life in order and then stepping up the pace.
It's a horrible feeling coz I get anxious and start making compulsive lists. Good luck hon.

Peas on Toast said...

Kyk - say what?

Boldly - ooh, compulsive lists. I do that too. Am making one for the house as we speak.
Shitters - now I'm starting to schvitz again, because I have so much admin to sort out in the name of control!
Help!

Revolving Credit said...

C reminded us that someone may get hurt from this situation

Peas you lucky girl you, sounds like you fake fiance is rather well endowed!

PS. Stop biting your finger nails!

Betenoir said...

Rule of thumb: never wear a poloneck anywhere you're not going to be doing boring things on a computer ie: work) you will only ever end up with neck sweat or clothing claustrophobia.

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - well only he can tell us that :)

Bete - Schvitzy Neck & Boob Syndrome. It's a pandemic :)

ChewTheCud said...

Soooo Bohemian. All you needed was a little black beret to set things off.

hot pink flush said...

Go, Peas!

PS. Feel like writing a step-by-step prgramme for those who need to take control of their lives back? Because I coulda kinda use one right about too...

Peas on Toast said...

Chew - I felt Boho too. What with all the sweat :)

Hot Pink - well, I'm starting with the state of my boudoir. And it's ability to look like Hillbrow after New Year's after just two days.
From there - cutting down on the smoking, boozing and putting on a face mask at least once a week! :)

Anonymous said...

babes...You have been making me so worried over the last few weeks now please GO BUY THE BOOK!! Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert...trust me this is what you need!! Its a great place to begin.
Big hugs to you china bean!!
love Max

Peas on Toast said...

Max - ah thanks my dear. I know, I've been very slack. I will put this on the list - I'm getting through Spud 2 at the moment, but finding it a bit of a slog.

Anonymous said...

Hi Peas

Am also slogging through Spud 2... Yawn!

Sambo

Peas on Toast said...

Sambo - it started off alright, and now I'm just 'ho hum...' as well. :(

Bryan said...

I wanted to say you have gorgeous hands, but it's been said. So, you have a gorgeous left hand. I wanted to ask from previous post... doetpipe? I never heard that before and still chuckle when I think of the word. Is that a common SA slang word, or is it a peas-ism? Oh the SA words for coekies - there are so many... too funny

Peas on Toast said...

Thanks Bryan!
Nope, one of my mates used the word doetpipe before. And I thought it was just the funniest thing evah. :)

Nathalie said...

Hi again from miss highlights...
Right,how do i say this without sounding anal...Um,dont think cleaning your act up is gonna make you happy.If you like redecorating your room with your clothes good 4 you!Maybe ask yourself what's REALLY bothering you,cuz your lifestyle works-dont mess with your own masterplan...and no im not a darth vader fan.

Ok...moving on.