The Lady Hooligan’s Page

Today is a voting day in South Africa. For the first time in 10 years, I actually felt like voting! Why? Well, I think there’s finally a strong enough voice AGAINST the ruling ANC and I wanted to be part of it!

My mom and I went to vote at a polling station about a km from where we live. There weren’t many people in the queue, and the whole voting process was finished without any issues within 10 minutes.

My only regret of the day, is that the ink on my left thumb nail was merely a mark, not a little smiley face as I so politely suggested…

Ingredients:

1 teaspoon (5 ml) good quality natural salt, non-iodised (available in most health-food stores!)

1 litre sterilised/purified water (for once, reverse-osmosis is ok - you’re not going to drink the stuff!)

• Dissolve the salt into the water, and use it to wash the piercing wounds. It’s going to burn (it’s salt!) but should keep the wound nice and clean at a fraction of the cost of bought saline solution.
• Remember to wash your hands before you do this exercise and try not to touch the piercing jewellery at all!
• Afterwards, pat the wound dry with toilet or absorbent kitchen paper.

*I cleared this with my piercer, so I am ok with recommending it to others!

If there’s one thing I can’t handle, it’s being clumsy. I’ve always been the one to break things and trip over stuff (sometimes my own feet!) and if someone messes up big time somewhere, it’s usually yours charmingly!

All my life, I have yearned to be tall and beautiful and elegant and do the right things the right way, never offending anyone or breaking anything or messing up in any way. I’ve always wanted to neat and tidy and - well - perfect, like the people you see on TV.

Instead, I’m the one with coffee stains on my white cotton top, who breaks expensive mixing bowls with chocolate cake batter in them all over the floor, and who has to mop up and wipe up countless spills a week. My hair is in all directions on a GOOD hair day and I never seem to be able to say the right thing to anyone.

And then I wonder why I’m still single…

Ps.  It’s later, and I feel better now.  Who knows, maybe there are some men who DON’T want perfect, elegant, women in their lives…  In that case, you know where to find me!