urban pads

be careful what you wish for. I have just seen a fabulously situated but extremely overpriced run-down penthouse apartment. this after a year of saying to the universe and everybody else i meet that i want a small penthouse with a big view. now here it is. the ultimate in urban chicness - owning a massive view of the city from all sides - from ships coming in to the harbour on the south to the fabulous miami lights of the casino on the north..... do i give up my recently renovated and much loved little flat for the one thats going to cost me an enourmous amount of re-tiling, re-geysering, re-painting, sanding and cupboard-moving? for a space to entertain?
if there is an answer out there i would love to have it. i have made a mental offer - as one does - of 680 K and hope it might help to make a decision .....
watch this space

a fascintating week gone by, including a 6 year-old's birthday party - where i was the oldest woman there, but also the only child-free one (thanks be) and looked years less haggard and worn than the rest. i also didn't have sticky hand-prints on my trousers, as the rest did. one can be thankful for small mercies at such times.

this noisy evening followed closely by another, also surrounded by youngsters - but this time of the undergraduate type: bedecked in the kind of stripes and big earrings that i embarrasedly threw out in 1987. also an eardrum-upsetting affair courtesy of the shoddy sound system and a competition between the new south jeresy pom-poms band and the proteas cricket lowlights. much whisky was had by all. some of us looked a little more haggard the following morning, and were forced to swallow the post-party smugness inspired by an evening with the worn mothers club.

still - a hangover wears off after a couple of hours. a six year old takes a much longer time than that. i'm wondering if it is at all possible to be a mother and an urban chic at the same time? chick, i think, must imply childlessness ..... urban hen doesn't quite have the same ring to it ....

Real urban chicks ?

Ok, so I haven't got much work to do today, and was flicking through my limited terrestrial tv channels thismorning when i came across "20-something". I admit that i myself am 30-something (and just passed that mid-30s mark that edges ever onward).... so perhaps i shouldn't have been watching. But it was that or an advert for an ab-extender machine which i KNOW is not for me. There on the telly was an interview with the Urban Chick folks - so i hopped onto the computer to check out their website, and got stuck into some of the blogs there. Fun reading, but is it real? Am i the only 30-something girl in south africa that doesn't think my life is like "sex in the city"? (or want it to be that way?)
i shall ponder this on this site for a while ... stay tuned