Meet Strelitzia Sunshine – a single mother dodging the slings and arrows of online dating. Muddling through menopause and battling with sulky teenagers. Fleeing her ex, she relocates to a small dorp in KZN. Here she meets colonial snobs, new-age hippies, religious nutters and irate Zulus.
Read her diary style blog – warning – funny bone compulsory.
Here’s one of her recent posts:
Ooooh sometimes a girl just has to buy a pair of shoes.
I have never been able to wear high heels but I like the idea of me wearing a pair of high heels. Nature has colluded with my fear of heights and I cannot balance on anything higher than a centimeter off the ground. But I persist with the delusion that I will conquer this disability.
High heels are the epitome of femininity
I think they add a touch of sexuality to an otherwise ordinary outfit.
I have in the past invested in numerous pairs of these impractical objects and they have all been given away. But this morning I think I see THE pair that will make all others pale into insignificance.
They are black and have a heel like an icepick – cultural weapon perhaps? Good for stabbing muggers in dark alleys.
On the front of the toes are teeny little diamante in the shape of a butterfly. I am mesmerised by the shape and exotic opportunities these shoes possess. My friend Annie would call them “**** me” shoes.
Impulsively I buy them and walk to my car … it’s a Cinderella moment
I imagine myself tottering towards a date in a restaurant – all eyes on me … or my shoes to be precise.
At home I walk down the passage – hmmmm. I will need to practice. My sexy sashay looks more like someone lurching in the bar after a piss up.
It seems like my vertigo has not diminished. I look sadly at the slip in my purse – oh dear, a lot of money to waste on a fantasy.
Perhaps I can balance on them while using a pair of crutches … Perhaps not!
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