Wednesday, 29 July 2015

A reason to put down your phone

By now, I'm sure you must have heard about the terrible shooting and killing of Cecil, the famous 13-year-old lion who lived in Hwange National Park in Zimbabwe. Stories like this really upset me, and I wasn't planning on blogging about it at all until I read an article on this morning. No, it wasn't one of the numerous pieces baying for Walter Palmer's blood (he's the cretin responsible for Cecil's death and has photographs splashed across the net of him posing with other lifeless 'trophies'), but something seemingly less serious entitled "Would you save your smartphone before your cat?".

According to a seven-country survey of more than 7 000 people, 54% said that in the event of a fire, they would save their phone instead of their cat. (Research was conducted among participants from the US, Britain, Brazil, China, Spain, Mexico and India.) Fair enough, this doesn't reflect what we as South Africans may do in such an emergency, but the fact that over half of the people interviewed admitted that they would choose an electronic device over a living thing is a majorly worrying one.

Maybe if our society stopped paying so much attention to their phones (a large amount of which are plastered with diamanté Hello Kitty logos - go figure) and more attention to their natural surroundings and the beauty that is all around us, we would have less tragic killings, cases of animal abuse and general bad behaviour. Because who, in their right mind, would choose this

over this?

To read the full article, visit

Monday, 27 July 2015

You know you're in your late 20s when...

On Saturday night, I was out with some friends on Long Street in Cape Town. We decided to visit one of the popular bars which was pretty full, and we noticed that there was a queue at the door. When we got closer, we realised that the back-up was because a bouncer was carding everyone before they could enter. I was the shortest person in the entire crowd, took one look at the burly large man towering over me and said, "I don't have ID. I'm 26 years old. I came with a cab and just brought cash." That was all. No pleases, no convincing, just "Take it or leave it". He took one look at me (or rather, down at me) and let me through the gaggle of much-taller-and-less-clothed-than-me teenagers without any issue. And at that exact moment, I knew I was in my late 20s. It wasn't the grey hairs that have been cropping up all over my head, it wasn't having to deal with taxes or medical aid (which I still very child-like about) - it was a bouncer believing that I was over age... and me not feeling bummed about it. 

Here's to ageing gracefully! 

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Cats in watercolour and ink

I've been getting very wrapped up in my own life and own head lately, and am going to take just a little longer to put down all of the things that I've been wanting to share, but haven't had the guts to do so yet. In the meantime, let this be a reminder of the beauty and talent we have in this world - no matter how dark and oppressive it may seem at times. 

Endre Penovác is a Serbian painter and independent artist who has been exhibiting his work since 1981 - and for good reason. He's renowned for his watercolour cats, which caught my eye not only because of the subject matter (crazy cat lady, here!), but also because of Endre's technique. As a result of him diluting the ink and watercolour pigments with water, the paint spreads across the page on its own. The result is a ghostly quality and images that seem to fade into the paper, which suits his favourite subject to a tee: black cats. As someone who has never been able to master watercolours, I have huge respect for this inspiring painter and would love to own one of his artworks one day. What do you think?

For more information about Endre and his work, visit