I write this blog post seated in my new apartment, i hope everyone had a well rested break and enjoyed the Christmas Holidays.
My very warm summer holiday was spent driving along some of South Africa’s most beautiful roads, landscapes and finally exploring the Karoo. The highlight of the trip has to be my time spent in Cape Town, i can’t stop gushing about how stunning this City is. The little vintage treasures we found in the many thrift stores in Woodstock gave me some much needed inspiration for my new home.
I have some really exciting content ideas for the blog, i have not been the most constant with this platform, but i promise to do at least one post a week, that’s actually one of my new year’s resolutions. I also want to focus on interior decor and some exciting DIY video’s and maybe a YouTube channel, once i have all the vlogging equipment.
I’m really excited about the year ahead, i just know that God has an amazing plan not just for me, but for you reading this post. This year for me will be about growing up, lots of traveling ,growing spiritually and improving my health and fitness levels.
I have to apologize for the bland content, but i felt i needed to update everyone on whats been happening lately.
About the look: You know me and vintage and if it’s your first time on the Analogue African, hello my name is Vuyolwethu Hole and i’m an avid vintage shopper, it’s a problem, at a times a great problem.
I’ve always loved colours and prints and this thrift-ed shirt was the perfect print to wear with this skirt, i know the ‘clean and minimal’ trend is a hit at the moment, i’m sorry but i will always be a colourful soul. Print clashing and all, the skirt was an amazing find from Mr Price and the boots are from Legit.
I look forward to what the year has in store and can’t wait to spend more time working on my baby (the blog)
Hello my wonderful readers, I’ve been so busy and have neglected the blog but don’t despair your girl is back 🙂
I prayed for you every day, hoping that you might come back to me. I would hold a candle in the wind hoping that it would not blow away. Searching through endless streets, sobbing to ‘Cold’s Play – Yellow’. Coming to the realization that you were gone, never having hope that you were coming back.
Flirting with boys who I knew would never win my heart, scribbling letter after letter professing my love. You were gone forever, like an eagle taking flight, the sun after dawn. You were gone and you took my heart and soul and every organ I intensely loved you with.
All I have are memories, your finger prints tracing a map of love on my back, my face, back and lips. A lingering pain in my heart and your scent all over my bedroom.
As you might have seen by my title it’s officially spring in South Africa whoop whoop this also does however mean my hay fever is going to start acting up. What I love about new seasons especially summer and winter, am the beautiful flowers, the longer days and nights and of course bright, bold and beautiful fashion.
About my outfit: I love this dress I bought from Babette Clothing, they have an incredible range of vintage dresses and this till this day this dress is on my top 10 list. The shoes are from Legit and they are super comfortable,I could run a marathon in these shoes, true story.
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.
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
– Vuyolwethu Hole (meaning our Joy in isiXhosa), don’t ask about the surname i don’t know either
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.
On my recent trip to Cape Town it was a mad dash to pack as the weather was in between let me pack all my booty shorts (just kidding) and oh hey maybe i should take my coat to the dry cleaners just in case Cape Town decides to be an open wound, i can’t stand unpredictable weather.
So before my trip on my way home i decided to have a look and see what i could buy to take along on my trip i came across this super amazing jumpsuit from Jet Stores the versatility not to mention the quality of the jumpsuit grabbed me.
The great thing about this piece is that i can dress it up or down and for an evening look i can pair it with some nude or black heels and carry a small clutch bag, i just love versatile pieces they work well for my particular lifestyle.
Me being a part Journalist and part fashion ninja and all (LOL).
Would you care to take a trip down the 40s with me…
You have travelled back into time and you’ve been invited to one of the most prestigious tea time parties, it’s an afternoon do in the summer think back to the Charleston in America during the 40s let’s say it’s 1948.
As you walk past the grand room towards the courtyard your eyes fall on the beautiful fountain right in the centre of the courtyard. There a massive grand piano with classic tunes floating in the air.
It seems so surreal the endless tables of tea time treats, the trays of champagne passing you by, couples waltzing in between you as you laugh at the clown trying to juggle balls on a stick pole.
As you can see I have quite an inventive imagination I really sit and pick my clothing dreaming of scenarios from various era, some say I was born way too late. I simply say it’s never too late to waltz through the fragments of your mind.