I`m back and I`m badâ€¦or rather, I`m back and bloody busy. After spending last week in a state of perpetual drama and hysterics, running around like a mad woman around the Sandton Sun, I`m back in office today still slightly hysterical, but very happy to be home. It promises to be a really crazy day and I`m feeling particularly inspired to be an over-achiever today. However, before I get stuck into what`s on my mind today…a quick update on the Princess.
Return of the Mac
On Thursday I had the pleasure of being escorted around Sandton City by my own personal shopper. A tall beauty with loads of energy, she was graceful and energetic and a wonderful conversationalist. We gleefully raced around Sandton and I was very lucky to come away semi-unscathedâ€¦the damage being a gorgeous pair of shoes and a lipstick from Mac. Now, to put this into perspectiveâ€¦the Princess loves shoes, clothing and general girlie stuff. But the Princess is not BIG on make-up (my usual routine limited to occasional eye-make up, occasional bronzer and I`ll always have a Dior or Revlon gloss on my person). It goes without saying, that I very rarely wear lipstick. Let`s face itâ€¦it`s sticky, it stains, it wears off and it`s infinitely not as kissable as gloss. But last Thursday I was inspired to buy my first lipstick in years (my mother would be so proud). A deep gorgeous red that just screams femme fatale. My personal shopper and I sat down for a chat Lemon Sorbet Smoothie for me and a Chocolate Chiller for her. We spoke about stuff and found common ground on a couple of things. When we parted she gave me the sweetest memento of our shopping experience, and even though I said I`d call her over the weekend and I didn`t (it was HECTIC), I fully intend to see her when next I`m in Jozi – if she has time for me *smile*.
In the manner of Prince, Madonna and Bono (they of the one-named coolness) my personal shopper is simply known as Syllable.
We had our very special awards ceremony on Friday and one journalist took away 5 awards, including Journalist of the Year. It was an amazing night, but for me it all pales in the shadow of meeting our journalist of the year. I had the pleasure of sitting at his table (as befits a Princessâ€¦) and spending some time speaking to him and his fiancÃ© after the ceremony. We spoke till about 3am in the morningâ€¦about nothing and everything. It`s very rare that I meet people that totally bowl me over like these two warm, down-to-earth individuals and I walked away humbled. And inspired. I walked away wanting to be a nicer, kinder person. I will make contact with this couple again, break bread with them and shoot the breeze. On another related noteâ€¦I`ve decided October is meet new people month at the Princess Echoes. It`s always good to expand your social circle, meet new friends and plays in new spaces.
The Devil wears â€¦ Visagie
â€¦.Or Versace for the uninitiated. Reading The Devil Wears Prada at the moment and I`m finding it a bit painful to readâ€¦don`t get me wrong, it`s well-written. And entertainingâ€¦but it`s impossible for me to read a book and not get totally caught up in the characters. Unfortunately, I am not only caught up in the characters and the story, but I can also relate the story to my career. I meet so many strong, polished, intelligent women who falls short of being brilliant women, because they lack the proper bedside manner (which is a BIG euphemism in my industry for just plain good manners). Women who put their well-heeled feet all over their colleagues` and subordinates` career hopes and dreams. I came to work this morning with a new awareness. I always strive to be well mannered at work. People are always remarking on the fact that I use humour to deal with tough situations and I have an interest in people`s lives. Having said that, I`m also known to become too focused and drivenâ€¦which leads to an impatience and brusqueness. This can never translate well in a high-pressure, deadline driven media environment. I`m not ever nastyâ€¦but it`s like I forget to smile under pressure and I almost disregard people who pops in to say hi. I have a look on my face that saysâ€¦ I am really busy now and I REALLY don`t have time for this, so I`m being super polite about it. Henceforth, always grace under pressure. After all, the world won`t end while I`m taking a breather and making time for a colleague â€¦
Had an awesome time with Ryan, Cat and the shorties this weekend. After the racing around last week, it was fun to race around with them on the weekend. *smile* Actuallyâ€¦it was relaxing. Spent time just sitting in the Jacuzzi, with a bottle of water, glass of wine and a book on hand. Blissâ€¦I haven`t worn my bikini since last summer, so this was kinda` daunting (uuurghâ€¦ winter skin). I, now, have a slightly less anemic blanch to my skin. Slightlyâ€¦.
And thenâ€¦there`s nothing like coming home to realise that you have missed. And you have been missed. And I`m being sarcastic. Not a single friend or family member (bar one) called me to find out if I`m ok, alive, well. I would not be bothered by it, if I didn`t realise (in a strange in-flight epiphany) that my world is too small. *smile* And that`s the way I`ve always liked it, butâ€¦dammitâ€¦sometimes I want people to pick up the goddamn phone and ask me how I`m doing. Ok, this sounds really selfish and a lot like when I do stuff, I expect it back. *sigh* But, I feel just a little like if I had keeled over dead in my house on Tuesday evening, nobody would have realised that I`m gone. Sad, huh? Pathetic evenâ€¦Well, it`s the reality of being single I suppose. And I know they care (lol!! Really, I do) but it was jarring that because I didn`t call anybody, nobody made an effort to call me. :-/. Which is why I feel it`s time to broaden my world a littleâ€¦live outside of my carefully constructed safe-haven of social intercourse *snort* and meet new people, have new experiences.
Finally – I was missed by someoneâ€¦one person. But I had to close myself off to the possibility that he might be missing me because I couldn`t for one second comprehend that he would want me home. So, I picked a fight and I was difficult. I said, You hardly know me, why would you miss me. I did this because it was safe. Safe not to get to attached to (what in my mind) is a transient interaction. Something that is so fragile, it should not have lasted past the first date. And we disagreed. And I wrestled with myself. And last night, waiting at gate E11, JHB Internationalâ€¦. I swallowed my pride and called him. I could hear him smile on the other end, when he answered.
Baby, I`m glad you called. Please come home
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I`m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
Michael Buble – Home