Monday, 15 November 2010

Random Prettiness

I bought a new dress on Saturday. It's blue and pink and has flowers and a bit of lace and even a bit of roughing. When I asked the fiance what he thought of said new dress he had 2 responses: "It looks like everything else in your cupboard" and "You seem to be going for all this cute housewife with frills stuff".
Firstly, it's nothing like anything in my cupboard thank you very much. And secondly, it's romantic! I admit, I am drawn to anything in soft hues with lace and buttons and frills. Dresses are my current weakness. And pretty sandals and flowers in my hair and pink cheeks.
Currently, I love being a girl, that's all!

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Love your planet

I'm not sure if you can see the trailer clearly - but it's helluva cute. I took this pic on my brief visit to Rocking the Daisies. The dude was trying to reverse the cute trailer into the camp, and I have to say that is the only way I would ever attempt camping ever again. I've had my fair share of tents, uneven ground, blow up matresses that always lose their air, icy cold evenings and the sleeping bag that just doesn't cut it. Ablution blocks are the worst - if there are any I might add.

But it was all in the name of fun and at least now I can laugh about those experiences (altough I was ready to do something seriously illegal back then because it meant I would al least have a jail cell to sleep in that night and not a crappy tent - yes, I am that against it).

Wouldn't you go camping if you had a funky trailer like this one?

Eight at Spier

I've lived in Cape Town now just short of 4 years. And - shockingly yes - I have never been to Spier Estate outside Stellenbosch. I've heard great things about Moyo, with the face painting and African drums and pots full of food. I've been told about the rolling hills and impeccable lawns and deli food and picnics and pond and ducks.

But, still I had not been. I've always had this feeling that Spier was a very commercial estate. tour buses and African crafts. No thanks.

Until a few weeks ago that is.

I am part of a monthly wine club, a very informal affair. We visit a different wine farm every month, and some time ago it was Mr M's chance to organise. And so we ended up at Spier.

Very briefly: the Barrel Thief wine tasting is worth it. Our host, Jacqui, taught as many new things about the tasting and preserving of wine, and was a hoot to boot.

Then on to the new restaurant of the estate: Eight. A purely organic, recycled restaurant with the concept of "from the farm to the table". But there is nothing 'platvloers' about this place!

We started with *heart* shaped boards filled with freshly baked bread, salted butter, olive oil and Balsamic vinegar. Then, even before really taking in the menu, espresso cups filled with butternut, honey and ginger soup for everyone. And it was a chilly morning, so it was perfect!

The glasses at Eight are made from recycled glass (that's my ice tea there - so delicious!). So are the light fittings, made from plastic bottles by the incredible Heath Nash.

Ladies and Gentleman, above you see the piece de resistance: Hot chocolate. A steaming cup of full cream milk, with a whole heap of Lindt chocolate shavings for you to stir in and make the perfect cup of heaven.

Sorry - the food was so good I forgot to take a pic. I had roasted pork belly on braised veggies and roast potatoes. Yum. There is no menu - only a travelling black board. See, depending on what they can source from the farm, it all dictates the menu. Everyone at the table raved about their options (from fish cakes to pork belly to chicken pie and more) and everything was reasonably priced. The average lunch was about R65 each.

I *loved loved loved* the interiors. Open, welcoming, innovative and damn beautiful. The interiors are a great blend of rustic and sleek, recycled and new.
Well worth a visit. Even 2.


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