A Bohemian Summer

A Bohemian Summer

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Dress – Foschini / Shoes – Thrifted / Necklace – MRP / Hat – The FIX / Watch – The FIX 

 

Hello Readers
The sweet murmur of life, your basking in the summer moonlight, the freedom lingers in the crisp summer air.
You’ve been walking for miles along people filled coastlines. You can still taste the sweetness of the strawberry sorbet you had for lunch. Barefooted on the beaches of South Africa, your feet grinding on the damp sand make you realize how much you missed summer.
The long nights of wearing short dresses and talking to cute well toned wet boys, hauling wet surfboards. You flirt with the idea of summer romances under bonfire filled beaches.
You look out into the distance and you’re in awe of the splendor of the moon, you focus on the cracking of the wood as it is Engulfed by the fire.
The sound of the ocean crashing against the pier is reminiscent of the many lovers lost and other romantically found under dim street lights, with hearts racing and the limp bodies of lovers being pumped by bottomless beers and sweet ciders. You consider for a moment the sweetness that comes with summer. The tearful laughter’s, the endless road trips and the indie tunes of beach house as the soundtrack to bring it all together.
Your heart is free to truly feel again, not bound by the many layers of winter. You’re inspired to write a novel, paint till the sun greets the day. Get lost in oceans deep, and discover many roads less traveled. Summer is not just a season, it’s a romance the kind that stays in your mind forever. It’s a feeling that drives you to tears in fits of laughter.
It’s your backpack filled with endless novels and empty pages left for free form doodles and sweet lipstick kisses.
Yours in Peace, Love and God
– Vee
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New Season

New Season

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Dress – Mr Price / Denim Jacket – Vintage

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Shoes – The Fix  / Sunglasses – Mr Price

Hello Readers

This is how i feel about my new journey ahead

My season has ended, and so a new one begins. Winter’s old death, turning into spring’s new life. Sleeping flowers awaken, unleashing the beauty that lay dormant.
A bitter chill, to a warm breeze. A wailing howling wind, to the peaceful sounds of birds chirping. Frosts grip loosens and turns to morning dew. Embracing what was once taken for granted.

Life, love and liberty. Life once overlooked, now life looked over. Love once ignored, now love is explored. A prisoner once chained to mind,
Now liberated, my spirit roams free. The new season brings new rules.Not the rules of my old existence, But the rules of universal love. For my love to be true,
My life must be as well.

As it is love’s experience, That emerges from life’s journey.

About the look: The dress is a mix of sexy and sweet and it’s the perfect little floral dress to wear to a wedding or a formal spring occasion, i love dressing up and feeling girly. The dress is from Mr Price and my amazing platform brogues are from my new favorite store the FIX South Africa.

I hope you enjoyed this post

Yours in Peace, Love and Happiness

– Vee

Lost in Wanderlust

Lost in Wanderlust

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Jumpsuit – Fochini / Shoes – Fashion Express / Hat – MRP / Clutch – MRP 

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Hello Readers

You said we could make this work, in a ragging laughter I kept calling you a kite, you know I only have as much access to you as natural forces would allow me.

You let me fly half way across the universe only to discover that your mind is made up, that you would rather explore the four corners of the earth alone without me.

The road less travelled is a long winding road with various destinations along the way, we find love and we lose it, we see a shooting a star and in a glimpse it’s gone.

We swim through endless streams only to arrive on the other side broken and lost, the beauty of being young is that we’re constantly fighting with our internal selves. We play with the notion of freedom yet suffer in anxiety when things don’t go according to plan.

My dear you’re young still dabbling in your 20s, you’re not in a race, take your time, dance in the rain, laugh uncontrollably at yourself, wake up and dress up like your about to give the best performance of your life. Commit to nothing and explore everything (almost).

Love like your heart depends on it and when you walk away as hard as it may seem sometimes find the strength to love what God has created, indulge in as many amazing dishes as possible, don’t fuss about your weight too much curvy is also very cute.

Live your life, walk on the edge and don’t ever forget to smile and take those risks even if they don’t pay off you would have learned something new about yourself.

We recently celebrated Youth Mouth here in South Africa so to all the young people create your own oasis and chase after those dreams, dare to dream bigger each day.

About the look: I found this amazing striped jumpsuit at the sale section in Fochini, it’s the perfect piece for any occasion and any season. It was really hot this weekend and i wanted to go for a resort look.

The hat, the shoes and the clutch bag i feel are the perfect accessories to balance the slightly busy jumpsuit.

I really hope you enjoyed this look and post, please let me know what you think.

Yours in Love, Peace and Freedom

God Bless

-Vee

70s Fling

70s Fling

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Dress – Mr Price / Coat – Choice Clothing / Hoops – Mr Price / Shoes – Fashion Express
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Shoes – Fashion Express

Hello Readers

There’s something quite flirty about the 70s it was really a time where the world was groovy and free. I often sit alone and think to myself what does freedom mean to me? What is freedom?

We live in a world where so many people are fighting some kind of battle and these battles often take place in the mind. We at times feel trapped and caged in like there are no solutions or other ways out.

I battled with this feeling at various stages in my life and as I grow older and wiser I’m starting to realize what freedom equates to happiness and a sense of peace in life.

Freedom to me means the ability to make choices in life, to choose my path or to walk in the path that God has mapped out for me, freedom is a choice and a really big responsibility and we have the freedom to choose and to make the right choices. We also have the freedom to correct the mistakes we have made in life.

Freedom is the sight of the sunrise so early in the morning, dancing in the rain during the summer, receiving love in any form, dancing to the rhythm of your heart beat. Being creative, finding new place, discovering and meeting new face.

Freedom is love in all its facets, freedom is beautiful, it’s free and it belongs to you and me.

I found these really amazing shoes at Fashion Express, i think this might be my new favorite store , the dress is from Mr Price and i’m absolutely crazy about the bell sleeves and the floral the print. The high neck line of the dress also allows you to wear a polo neck underneath if it gets really chilly, since its winter in South Africa.

The faux fur coat was really a bargain at a store called Choice Clothing in the CBD in East London while walking home it caught my eye on the shop window. I feel beautiful and free in this look.

I hope you have a freedom filled week

Your in love, peace and freedom

God Bless

-Vee

African Bohemian

African Bohemian

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Jumpsuit – Mr Price / Mules – Jet Fashion / Waistcoat – Vintage / Headscarf – Vintage

Hello readers

We celebrated Africa Day on the 25 May and it just really got me thinking for the longest time I never truly embraced my Xhosa heritage. I battled with this for the longest time. I recall a time when I was in grade one and my best friend Tegwin use to suck at her stringy blonde locks during class and I found this weirdly fascinating. For as long as I could remember I always wanted to be like all my Caucasian friends, to tell you truth I was the only black girl in my group of girlfriends growing up. The words ‘coconut’, ‘oreo’, ‘white girl’ followed me wherever I went.

The way I spoke my own language was never good enough for the black children in my school, they assumed I was better than them, more privileged because I did not live in the township and they had a problem with the fact that I was picked up by my grandmother from school every day.

Even when I look at my former dating life the very first boy I ever had a crush on was Steven and my best friend had a crush on his twin brother Kyle. Tegwin and I would sit on the playground talking about double dating the twins, where we would go and what we would talk about. The only time I really knew I was black was when my aunt refused to buy me jelly shoes and opted to get me leather shoes instead, going back home from school really put a lot of things in perspective for me, but I still battled to fit my culture into my everyday life.

I was the biggest fan of the spice girls and whenever we would play Spice girls at aftercare my friends always insisted I be ‘Scary Spice’ and I would plain out refuse or I would sit out and watch. I was not willing to be the black girl in the Spice girls. I want to be Emma Bunting “Baby Spice” from the Spice Girls.

The latter years of High School were spent with a few of the women I still call friends today they were all black and my best friend Pelisa who was mixed race we were also scrutinized because we as a group of young black women spoke really good English so good they called us fake.

I truly came to embrace who I am when I visited family in London I spent six months in Canning Town, London living with my family (my aunt and my uncle) who are a mixed Xhosa and Congolese family. Living with my culturally diverse family I really learned to embrace who I am and my Xhosa culture and roots. While my uncle spoke French in the house, my aunt and I spoke Xhosa every day and my cousin only knew how to speak English it’s not real English thou it’s a street version of English called cockney/London slang.

London is a country with a melting pot of cultures and nationalities and it really makes you appreciate where you come from. I arrived at the realization that coming from the country and culture that I do is such a privilege and I didn’t come across one African national living in London who was not proud of where they come from, the various languages they could speak, the amazing African delicacies they ate daily and the strict cultural upbringing, morals and values they had adapted living in a first world country.

I found myself tweeting in Xhosa and listening to African artists all my friends back home were quite surprised but I was indeed coming into my own person. I also decided to cut off all my stringy, limp relaxed hair and decided to be natural and embrace the hair I was born with. You can call it a divine intervention, I call it growth and appreciation of who I am. I am no longer that black goth girl who listens to death metal and who wears all black or the girl who carried her skate board around with a ton of snap backs (I was an Avril Lavigne want to be at some stage) that was not really who I was, I was discovering various facets of who I was.

I am now a Xhosa farm girl from Hamburg and Peddie in the Eastern Cape, who can speak five languages (isiXhosa, English, Zulu, Sotho and Afrikaans) who can trace her ancestry as far back as Germany and Swaziland and yes I’m still discovering all the other cultures that fall in between.

I’ve learned in life never be afraid to come into your own embrace your beauty, your uniqueness, your mistakes and look forward to discovering more of who you are.

Yours in Peace, love and happy vibes

God Bless.

– Vuyolwethu Hole (meaning our Joy in isiXhosa), don’t ask about the surname i don’t know either

 

Mixed in Africa

Mixed in Africa

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Shirt – Vintage / Shorts – Mr Price (old stock) / Shoes – Legit / Headscarf – Fochini / Earrings – Mr Price 

Hello my lovely readers

The warm African sun makes me think of all the wonderful, warm, tropical destinations in Africa, with my time spent chasing Government stories it leaves me no time to relinquish my itchy feet and seek after adventure.

Today’s blog post was inspired by my love for prints, textures and Africa. I’m sure by now you’re anticipating today’s content of the many adventurous stories so where do we begin?

As I lay here under the guava tree in my back yard, with the sun fading it dawns on me that there are many roads untraveled, so many places to discover, adventures to seek and stories to be told. I dream of destinations that give me the opportunity to travel far and wide using various modes of transport. I’ve dreamed of quad biking through the Namib Desert, driving through the Serengeti in Kenya and experiencing the best African wildlife has to offer. Riding a camel and learning about Egyptian history or prowling through the many spice filled markets and feasting on various Moroccan treats on offer.

Spying and watching the beauty of the Gorillas that can be found in the Congo’s Amazon Forrest’s, walking the many long, beautiful and clean coastal lines that can be found in Mozambique, Ghana, Mombasa, South Africa and many others. There’s no place I would much rather prefer to discover then all the beauty, secrets and stories Africa has to offer.

My outfit would be perfect for the many destinations I plan of traveling the clash of prints represent the diversity and cultures that Africa has to offer.

Do you have any interesting travel stories? I would love to hear from you.

Peace. Love. God
-Vee

Spotted in Cape Town

Spotted in Cape Town

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Jumpsuit – Mr Price / Shoes – Chuck Taylor / Straw Hat – Primark (UK) / Glasses – Flea Market 

Hello Readers

I was not planning of going out but the ladies made me put on my  dancing shoes, so there I am dressed in a little swede skirt, low back top and my silver disco boots because I love to stand out and I refuse to squeeze though thousands of sweaty dancers at Cubana Greenpoint arched high in six inch stilettos, that can miss me.

Being the energetic person that I am with a glass of Coka Cola in my hand and the seductive tunes of Rihanna’s “Work work work work work” pumping in the back ground my hips start to move and me and the ladies are having a whale of a time.

I spot a tall stranger looking at me with the prettiest eyes ever and I look away, his eyes continue to hover over mine we finally make eye contact and it’s really awkward, I ignore him and continue to shake my hips and arch my shoulders back as me and my girl squad are getting lost in the music.

He finally comes over to say hi and offers to buy me a drink… as they say the rest is history.

I just love the fresh ocean breeze the back drop of the gigantic mountains imposing, beautiful, empowering, majestic and free are the words I would use to describe Cape Town.

They always say Paris is good idea can I beg to differ please? Cape Town is the perfect vacation spot a week is simply not enough to prowl through the many pubs and restaurants in Long Street. Drive down the winding roads and take in the breath taking views at  Chapmans Peak Drive, if you have a pretty penny to spare you can have super at the many internationally acclaimed restaurants at the waterfront.

Let’s fall in love in Cape Town during the last remaining days of summer.

Have you been spotted in Cape Town recently please share your stories with me.

Yours in

Love.Peace.Happiness

God Bless

– Vee