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Red Carpet Flops At The Golden Globes

So it seems third time’s the charm for Amy Poehler and Tina Fey, who got their “final” stint as big-time award hosts at last night’s 72nd Annual Golden Globe Awards. I hear they did a stellar job and the night had more than it’s fair share of touching and memorable moments.

I wont say much else, but I just came across some of the red carpet pictures from last night 2015 Golden Globe Awards.

S*%t.

All I could think while going through the pictures was, “What happened!!!??”

Television and movie stars who are usually so beautifully turned out failed to produce even a decent outfit, let alone a red-carpet-worthy one. As I scrolled through, they all managed to disappoint me, one after the other.

All of them. All of.

Rather than spew a bunch of haterade, let me just allow the pictures to speak for themselves.

Kristen Wiig

Kristen Wiig in uhm…

Lena Dunham in shapeless red

Lena Dunham in shapeless red

Kerry Washington...no comment.

Kerry Washington…no comment.

Amal Alamuddin in gloves for goodness sake

Amal Alamuddin in gloves for goodness sake

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Tina Fey… *sigh*

Rosamund Pike in ill-fitting

Rosamund Pike in ill-fitting

...no words....

…no words….

ya...no...okay.

ya…no…okay.

Lupita Ny'ongo disappointing all of Africa

Lupita Ny’ongo disappointing all of Africa

Zosia Mamet & Jemima Kirke...dont...just dont.

Zosia Mamet & Jemima Kirke…dont…just dont.

Keira Knightley traumatised me. Fully.

Keira Knightley traumatised me. Fully.

*Haterade: n. A liquid generally contained within those who are filled with hate for another. Known to spill out of the mouth when said hater begins to share their hate.

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XO Me

Dear friend

I am writing this to you to let you know that it is okay. Really it is. Always.

Life is harder than they will tell you, decisions are a nightmare and you will rarely know the right thing to do, but that’s okay.
Living is for making mistakes and the more you make, the more you learn. As long as you are following your heart, you cannot go wrong. Even when you do.
Also, when you make a mistake, don’t be ashamed to backtrack, apologise and try again.
(Going home and crawling into your mother’s bed until you are ready to face the world again is also allowed in this instance)

On those bad days, of which there will be many, when you find yourself in bed, trying to muffle the sounds of your cries, know that it is okay to be sad and cry and that when you’re done, you will feel better. Also, know that you are loved and cared for deeply.

When you feel like things are not going according to plan and life is taking you three steps backwards, remember to take a moment to breathe and appreciate that God has a plan and whatever you are not getting now, is for a good reason. Know that in the end, everything will work out, and if things haven’t worked out, it is not the end. You will always be smarter and stronger than you give yourself credit for and you can perform miracles, should you choose to do so. So sit down, lick your wounds, feel defeated but do not stay there too long. Get up and go back and fight another day. The world is full of people trying to run their own races and the only people who could possibly have the time to judge you are those sitting on the sidelines, and well…do you really want to concern yourself with what they think of you anyway? I mean, they aren’t even IN the race.

When you feel unwanted and unloved and “not-good-enough”, remember that you have been wrong about so many things. Add this to the pile.

Most importantly, don’t forget to keep pushing yourself. The comfort zone is no place to grow old in, it’s drafty.

Keep your head up, your crown might fall off.

xo Me

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Lil’ Fashionistas

It’s Fashion Friday again!!!!!

A long time ago, perhaps in another life time, children spent the entirety of their days outside, getting dirty, playing in mud puddles, climbing trees, skinning knees and eating mud pies.

So understandably, fashion was the domain of the teens and adults, but things have changed, and children’s fashion is carving a new niche in a fast expanding market that was once reserved only for the select few. I’m all for allowing kids to remain kids for as long as possible but I wont lie, I love little things in high-end gear or just looking well put together and adorable in fashionable pieces.

Below are a few cute lil’ fashionistas I’ve come across:

 

 


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Stroke of Midnight (Courtesy of 365 Days of Writing Prompts)

When the rest of the world was counting down to their new beginning and screaming sentiments to each other, I was on my phone, distracted by my lack of network reception and I didn’t notice until two minutes into the new year that it had already begun.

There had been no loud chorused countdown, no hugs and kisses shared with strangers and no fireworks, none of the New Years Eve staples. I wasn’t having the best of times, but then again, I can’t say I had the worst.

I had foregone my youthful need for noise, friends and chaos and instead chosen to spend New Years Eve with my aunt and her friends and although when my friends asked why I wouldn’t be celebrating with them, I couldn’t explain it, I knew it was something I had to do.

You see, my aunt lost her husband and companion of over 20 years, three years ago, and she has given me a whole new perspective on the dynamics of loss. I thought I had the concept covered, having lost my father at the age of 9 and multiple family members in the following years, I thought I knew loss pretty well, but she is a tricky little monster. No matter how many times you come face to face with her, she still manages to blindside you every time she comes around.

I have lived with my aunt (and previously my uncle) since the age of 10, so when he passed, I lost another father, but she lost a life partner. She lost the person she was supposed to grow old with, the person who took care of her when she was sick and the person she went through every New Years Eve with.

It took her falling sick to realise that she no longer had anyone to tend to every need, something my uncle had done without asking, and she had to learn to do it herself. She had to face the prospect of spending the holidays alone when the kids are off on adventures and of having no one to be her mirror and sounding board in life, a job my uncle had excelled at. Unfortunately for my aunt, she was never the kind of person who could maintain friendships, from a childhood as mostly a loner, she had a lot of acquaintances but her husband had been the only best friend she ever needed.

In the past three years I have watched my aunt experience everything like new, just by experiencing it alone and I’ve seen the fear and loneliness each has brought, from making new friends in her mid-fourties, to buying a smaller house, and even a little hesitant dating. I’ve heard her talk about how she doesn’t know what she will do when the youngest moves out of the house and how terrified she is of ending up old and alone and I understand better now that it is not just a line meant to poke fun and desperate old maids, but a realistic understanding of the impracticalities of spinsterhood. For me, the reality has been sobering.

So this past New Year’s Eve, I sat in a dead restaurant/lounge with my aunt and her friends awkwardly making conversation but also watching my aunt relax, laugh and have fun. I can only hope that her future will be filled with a lot more of those moments.

Subject courtesy of WordPress & The Daily Post: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, which should (hopefully) get me into the habit of writing every day.


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Man confesses to on YouTube to killing a man while drinking and driving

If I can choose any blog post to be my first one for the year, I choose this one. I know technically its cheating since this is not my post, but I feel it’s worth it.
Very touching video and I hope you will all feel the same…

Khaya Dlanga's life on the "internets". All on one blog.

This is probably the most incredible thing I have seen this year.

This man drove drunk and killed a man. He got some high powered lawyers who said they could get the blood test thrown out and he would be a free  man. He refused and instead posted this YouTube confession. He did it to get others to stop drinking and driving. He was found guilty and is now serving a 6 and a half year sentence.

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