About Pinterest

I have found something fun and exciting on the “interwebs” that I thought I’d share.  It’s called Pinterest.  I know a lot of you have probably been there, done that and I am rather late coming to this particular party, but for those of you who haven’t here’s a little mini-tutorial.

What’s it all about?  Pinterest is a virtual pinboard, where you can collect and store interesting pictures and links and also share them with your friends.  You can (and, if you’re anything like me, will!) have numerous pinboards in your profile eg crafts, cooking, home décor, quotes…. Etc.

How do you go about getting it?

Well, you’ll need to go to the Pinterest website Here

As it is your first time, you will click on the Request an Invite button.

After a while (probably a few hours) you will receive an email with a link in it that you will click (or copy and paste into your browser if your email account doesn’t allow you to follow links)  The link will take you to a web page that looks like this:

You can sign up with either facebook or twitter.  I signed up using facebook, which was very easy to do.  And don’t worry about your every move being reported on facebook – have no fear, that’s not going to happen.

A screen that looks like this will appear:
The names of your friends who are on Pinterest will appear in the section I have untidily blacked out

Log in and this screen will appear:

If you are worried about giving too much permission to apps, click “Don’t allow” on this screen, otherwise Allow

On the next screen pick a username, type in your email address and choose a password (you might want to save these somewhere)

On the next screen click on the things that interest you

Now click on

On the next screen:

Fill in a name for the board (eg crafts, home décor, Christmas, food……)
Choose a category for the board – click on the drop down menu for options
Click Create Board

***Now the fun starts!!*** 

You want to pin things to your board! 
You can either type in a word in the Search box (top, left) or click on the word Everything to browse the site and choose interesting things to pin to your board.  You can also add things to your board from any website as you browse the web, by adding the “Pin it” button to your favourites bar..Click Pin It Button on the screen below

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves! 
Let’s start by pinning something from the Pinterest site:-

I clicked on “Everything" on the  Pinterest page and found something I want to add to a board:  I hovered my cursor over the top left of the picture and then clicked on the Repin button on the upper left (see below)

  The following screen came up:

I clicked on the down arrow, chose my board called Food, added my own description (in this case Crockpot baked potatoes) and clicked Pin It
(You can also create a new board at this stage, simply click the drop down arrow, at the very bottom, under your current boards, you can type in the name of a new board and click Create)
Trust me, you can spend hours browsing around the Pinterest site and adding things to your boards.

If you want to view your boards
Click on your name at the very top, right of the screen:

Click Boards to view your boards (you can also edit them)

Have fun!  But be warned, it’s very addictive! 

Oh, and I’d love it if you added me to your Pinterest friends!

Finding The Dress

I can categorically state that finding The Dress for this mother-of-the-bride has been way more stressful and downright traumatic then acquiring the gown for the bride.  Had I known what I was in for I would have hurriedly given Rox the money for the wedding of her dreams and persuaded her to elope forthwith.  Sadly, that was not to be and as Rox was having none of my inspired suggestion that we give this wedding a cow-boy theme, so that I could come in my jeans, the bottom line was that a dress was going to be featuring in my future.  And that is how I came to be forcibly trundled off to acquire The Flipping Dress.   This was always going to be a mission because: I Don't Wear Dresses.  I Dont Wear Skirts.   I Wear Pants.

Our first foray into the mysterious and (to me) unknown Dress Department happened in John Lewis in Oxford Street, London.  The absolute horror of seeing my rotund form in a matronly dress in the mirror of that fitting room defies description.  It was traumatic to say the least.  It was also at about this point that I discovered that I would be needing some supportive underwear. Hence the sobbing.  Took me at least 10 minutes to recover sufficiently to stagger out of there and head elsewhere.  Fast.  I think the fitting room attendant was glad to see me go.  I think she thought I was a little weird. 

Next stop was House of Fraser.  This experience was slightly less alarming.  In fact I found a dress there that I quite liked.  What followed was a human version of the chicken run:  I tried the dress on - put it back on the shelf - went to another part of the store - came back and tried the dress on again - put it back on the shelf - left and went to another shop - came back and tried the dress on again - put it back on the shelf - left and went to have lunch - brought Grant back and tried the dress on again.  Grant didn't like the dress.  Left.  The fitting room attendant at this store also seemed to find me a little unnerving.
Next up was a shop in Ireland, where, unbelievably, I purchased a dress.  Nice, plain and simple and big enough to fit all of me in it (with room for improvement which would come with the, as yet unpurchased, supportive underwear).  Came home and discovered that the dress was completely unsuitable.  It was linen.  I looked like a crinkle cut crisp once I had sat down in it for even one minute.  Epic Fail.

At this point I completely and utterly lost my nerve.  I decided that for the sake of my mental health (and that of fitting room attendants in general) I would pretend that there was not a wedding in our future, that I would not be requiring a dress and that there would definitely not be any supportive underwear in amongst my knickers ever.  It was bliss.  For about a week.  And then Roxy and Grant began harping on and on at me and my peace was shattered.  Then I began dreaming about dresses and fitting room attendants and, heaven help me, supportive underwear.

Soooo, it was time to make another foray into the shops.  Rox and I tootled off to Durban, me with my new resolve - I mean, seriously, how hard can it be to find a plain, simple, dress? - Rox with a heavy dose of patience (or so I hoped!)  Oh my holy aunt, what a day, what a disaster!  The air-conditioner in the shopping centre was broken and stinking hot took on a whole new meaning!  It was right on the hump between Winter clothes and Summer clothes.  It was awful!  Epic, epic fail. 

I retreated back into my happy state of denial and that was that.  Until today.  It is now 6 weeks to the wedding.  Rox had her first dress fitting in Durban today and I promised her that today was the day I would find The Freaking Dress. 

In my desperation I had emailed a couple of friends for ideas, so armed with their thoughts on the matter and a few ideas of our own, off we set.  D-Day!

Good grief.  Some of the stuff we saw was ridiculous. 

I swear there are numerous colonial style hotels in the country that are missing their curtains:

For those whose theme tune is "you don't bring me flowers anymore".......

So, ja, we had some laughs.....  I sobbed a little bit..... and I did some Shakira moves in the fitting room (got to keep those attendants entertained!)....and then Rox found The Freaking Dress!

It's okay hey.  It's black and white.  (Yes it is.  Black and white. I'm the mom who is wearing black to her daughter's wedding.  Bite me.)  It's certainly not something I would fall into mystic raptures over, but it's a dress, it fits me (as well as can be expected when you have more rolls than the local bakery) Rox likes it and it certainly won't kill me to wear it.  I may or may not have also acquired some supportive underwear.

Oh and for those who might be wondering why on earth I didn't just get a dress made......... NO-ONE sees me in my knickers except Grant, Rox and Paula..... and now that I may or may not have purchased supportive underwear.... even they don't get to come in.

Tough guys do it in the dirt

On Saturday morning Rox, Paula and I were having a very relaxed morning, the 3 of us were tucked up in my bed, drinking coffee and eating rusks, when the gate bell rang and there was Grant's friend, Mark, and Grant, looking very pale and bloodied, minus his mountain bike..... not good!

He'd come off his bike going down hill at about 45km per hour.  What baffles me is that the crazy man then got back on his bike and cycled 6kms back to the base??!!

We sprang into action, cut his cycling gear off of him, cleaned him up as best we could and I carted him off to casualty.  Long story short, he has a minor injury to his shoulder (the doctor in casualty initially said it was a broken scapula, so minor injury is good news!) and really mean roasties right down his one side, plus a few stitches in his left hand.

Turns out Grant wasn't the only Bundu-basher to take a tumble on Saturday.  One of the young guys in his cycling club took a heck of a tumble.  Get this!  He was riding in a race and was taken out by a Red Hartebees (a large buck) How insane is that! The guy behind him had a video camera attached to his helmet and captured the whole thing on video.

Evan was badly concussed, but is out of hospital and back at school.

You've got to hand it to these mountain bikers, they're tough!!

My not-so-baby girl is getting married.

It dawned on me yesterday that Rox is getting married next month!  How scary is that?!  I get butterflies in my tummy just thinking of it.

The wedding is going to be beautiful.  Rox and Jono have organised everything entirely on their own and I couldn't be more proud of them.  They have spent hours planning, organising, sussing out venues and suppliers, poring over guest lists and menus and generally working very hard.  I've been more than happy to watch from the sidelines.  I was determined from the get-go that this ceremony should be about them, that it should reflect who they are and what they believe in and it's going to be just that.

Rox chose her bridesmaids very wisely and these three lovely girls have been so supportive and helpful, she couldn't have asked for more.  (Although she might think differently after the Hen's Night they're planning for her....... ;-))

The venue is perfect, the dress is simply gorgeous, the bridesmaids are going to look lovely, it's going to be small and intimate and the bride and groom are going to be surrounded by the people that they love and who matter the most to them.  Sounds like a recipe for a perfect wedding.  Now if we can just command the weather to be kind....