Baby Steps

While we're on the subject of making stuff with our hands -
Non & I took the opportunity to finally put ourselves out there.
We had a table at Pachanga Sweat Studio Launch, which took place on Sunday.
What a learning curve. Many things were learnt and ideas refined.
Am particularly proud of the response that Non's necklaces are getting.
Although my mom is against against baby steps, she's more of a giant leap typa-person - I say, as long as you keep it moving and growing.

Non (which is short for Nontando) wearing one of my 2-in-1 pieces

Non's movement is called Ntombiziyokh'amanzi

Ntombiziyokhamanzi pieces

My fav is the top right hand corner. Also middle centre is a strong contender *swoon*

Ssme Ntombiziyokhamanzi's necklaces are simple, others feat lace and some are a double-whammy of awesome

me. photo by Non 

Slomokazi: Slo and Steady wins the race

A close up of my pieces. Ps. all are scented

Slomokazi  scented flower headbands, flower necklaces x headbands and afrikan harts

Against the Jozi skyline

Non x Slo display

basically, the movement before the sunset and it went wild

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Creative Craft

We make stuff with our hands.
Creative craft is a thing for us.
Right now, I'm making a range of Slomokazi flower-headbands, flower-chokers and flower-necklackes.
 Also check here for the various headband colourways.

Also, Nontando recently started making necklaces under Ntombiziyokhamanzi. She left a few at my place after a creative-craft session we had. I wore it to work and my Lato loved them so she ordered a pack of 3.

We've also played around with beaded earrings and will be returning to that soon.

Slomokazi maroon & green flower headband

Slomokazi maroon & green flower headband

Three colour Ntombiziyokhamanzi necklace

Lato's  Ntombiziyokhamanzi 3-piece necklace pack

Lato in her Ntombiziyokhamanzi

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Woman Wednesday

I first saw this this #WomanWednesday concept on twirra.

And although there are a few variations of it, the point is basically to give props and love to wonderful women on a wednesday.

How fitting it is, that my first post on TCTGTR includes (a sort of intro on) the other new woman on this blog.

Not to jump the gun, but TCTGTR Blog is now going to be a cipher of contribution by three women - Manti aka Non Compos Mentis, Nontando and myself - Slomokazi.

You're probably wondering how this ties in to #WomanWednesday? Despair not. Here it comes...

Mantis & Nontando are both Pisces. It seems I've been over blessed with an over abundance of beautiful people born in March. My list includes my mom, five of my closest sister-cousins, best friends and even an ex-boyfriend. So it's a serious understatement for me to say some of my favourite people are born in March.

This year, I was able to celebrate the March birthdays of Nombulelo, S'phelele and Nontando in one day, thanks to some awesome women from The Other Girls.

The Other Girls, are the ladies behind The Wknd Social. This is a monthly event of good food, good people and good music. The full-package fun starts around brunch with a 3 course meal and is followed by an after-party.

So after months of stalking the party online, and literally dying from FOMO - the March Edition seemed the perfect excuse especially as the date fell exactly on Lelo's birthday, a week after S'phe's and 2 days before Non's birthday . Also Vodka, and the fashion themes are a really good reason to attend atleast one Wknd Social in your life.

Props to the ladies of The Other Girls for putting together and pulling off a great concept, month after month. I definitely, wouldn't oppose if someone (hint hint, nudge nudge) wanted to spoil me in a similar manner for my birthday month of May.

The ladies of the The Other Girls (Photo stolen from instagram)

Peep S'phe and I's Bday messages to Lelo on the Absolut Blank canvs

The Beautiful Bday girl - Nombulelo

Literally, the meal ticket

The theme was Artsy Farty, but after a coupla vodka's...this was a creative as we could get

A view of the party and Jeppestown

The view from Studio Studio

Jozi, you beauty

Nontando, Nombulelo & S'phelele: My Pisces People (well, some of them). And no-one told me about the shoe co-ordination.

My Day 1 Team #familyfirst #triplets

Took Siviwe along, for control and cause he's a favourite #familyfirst

A kiss for the birthday girl

followed by a wipe of lipstick

When it's your birthday, you get to be Beyonce in all the pictures

Sister love

Non & Slomokazi

Non is a favourite of mine

Because crazy is contagious

Also, cuteness runs in our blood

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Let's Link Up...

Check out these links for some awesome randomness..

Check out some black beautiful Natural Belles...

Submit your own, see the bizzare, giggle a bit.. it's all in the list!

Local Talent is Lekker Talent ekse...

How we love the criminal mind because it makes us feel better about ourselves.

These guys save my soul on a daily.. My kind of musical television...

The shoe brand that never dies...

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"Oh hey, It's been a while. What's your BBM pin?"

So I have accepted the strange reality that I am the only person in the universe who does not have a Blackberry. At this point, I'm convinced that if there is extra- terrestrial life out there, it probably uses the Blackberry too. I have been adamant to remain a counter-revolutionist in the revolution of the BB but it seems to have lost all practicality at this point in time as it seems that there is an entire universe that I am not allowed to enter with my Nokia.

There are a number of reasons why I have been sure that I would never participate in the consumerism of this gadget. Firstly, I actually like human interaction. As in actual people, flesh, skin and bone. It's always weirded me out when I am sitting with someone but they seem to be more interested in the people inside their phones than the people who are actually physically there with them (WTF?). Where their responses becomes limited to the absent minded "uh-huh" that's followed by a random outburst of "Oh Em Gee, you will not believe what this guy just BBMed me!" ( BBMed? How has that become a verb?!).

Also, what I found absolutely scary is the constant beeping!. Never have I seen a gadget that beeps so much in my life before. So I questioned my friend and colleague Jelly (the number one 'Crackberry' addict who I am convince has had her phone surgically sewn on to her hand). She told me that if you do set up a Blackberry Mobile account you are ALWAYS LOGGED ON plus you get all your social feeds. Excuse me?! Why would I want to be always logged on to any chat application? That's scary bordering on all the apocalyptic things that you hear of in the book of Revelations. *getting the heeby jeebies*

I surrender though... No one wants to chat via text any more. People hate my late responses to my emails and Facebook inbox. Sometime vital information is delayed by a day or two because "You didn't know about the exhibition? I know I BBMed it...". Everyone insists that it is cheaper as well.

I fail dismally at managing my simple Nokia, which sometimes rings and beeps unattended for a full day. I wonder how I will survive this gadget but be advised, I am coming on board.

Lord help us all.


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My Rooftop

I was missing lady Khula so much today and I bumped into a school project of hers that  she woke me up for one morning. She's probably the only person who can convince me to come back from work, sleep for two

 hours and wear red lip stick for a camera.

I don't think it's appropriate to use anyone's work without their permission so I can just use one picture. My pictures are everywhere! Someone takes a snap from time to time but lord knows what happens to my poses and pouts... hehehehehe!

Those magum'gedlelas (platform heels) belong to Khula's granma. Istayela is eternal.

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Just been caught up by the grind, I still love thee blog

We were once warriors instead of worriers. Ones who would march forth and free with minimum thought to consequence. Then again, consequences were not were not what they are today. Dirty All Star sneakers and Mohawks have been replaced by the Mainland’s definition of presentable. Mainland ignores the fact that sneakers do not determine one’s IQ and ability.

Calculation has eliminated impulse. We who were once against any form of oppression have become blind to the thin line between cautiousness and self imprisonment. Freedom to act out one’s desires has been renamed recklessness. Survival requires restriction and discipline. Mistakes are priviledges. The Black Label drinking black sheep is extinct. Now exist a new breed that that rocks black suits and drinks anti – depressants. Today’s version of the 6 to 6  involves computer screens and company policies. Innocence and naivety is missed. Not much can be done I suppose... Than make the best of the memories and hope not to lose one’s self.   

*I am fucking tired of the 9-5!*   

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