Dear Sony and GirlGuides

So last night you (Sony and Girlguides) invited all the little Girlguides, some Sony ladies and a handful of other gadget lovers to a lovely little women’s month function at Ten Bompas. We were well entertained by the ladies (and one gent who insisted we see him as a lady) from Sony while we got to play with all the latest toys.  These ladies really know their products and it was a pleasure to chat to them.

My two favourite items that I’m hoping to review soon is a super tiny little camera that can also shoot in 3D (how crazy is that) and the touch screen media player in a metallic rose colour…too much of pretty:)  The night would not have been complete without good wine, yummy snacks and the always lovely and entertaining chatter of my fellow GirlGuides.

The night ended on a high note.  There was a “little” lucky draw….won by yours truly *grin*.  And upon our departure we were given a lovely Sony goodie bag which really made my day.

Sooooo….here’s me attempting my first use of my “prize”.(Now what should have happened here is there should have been a little video clip that I made with my lovely new handycam….as you can see…..it’s shouting in its absence:(  I managed to work the handycam just fine and I got it onto my computer just fine…it really is super easy to use…but sadly Cell C is not playing nice.  For some arb reason the moment I try to upload/download anything bigger than like 50MB it bombs out.  So after trying about 3 times and spending almost my entire month’s bandwidth on this I gave up.  Rest assured however that it works brilliantly!)

Hope you had a good laugh at my expense:P

Love
Ruby
xxxxx

Dear Readers

Right, so once again I’m forced to hang my head in shame and admit that I’ve been really bad with blogging lately.  My last post was almost a month ago…unacceptable, I know.  But you know…sometimes life happens, or creativity takes a hike, or I get blogging block and for the life of me I just can’t find ANYTHING to blog about.

So I decided to take it easy for a while…which I did.  And now I’ve decided to just kind of ease back into it with one of my favourite types of posts.  You guys know how this little game works.  I start a couple of sentences and finish them in the blog.  Then you finish the same sentences in the comments section….Play nice:)

I’m a bit annoyed…….at the fact that winter appears to be over *insert sad face here*.  I’m a BIG fan of the cold and not so much of the heat of summer.  It makes me even more annoyed to know that we’ve only had a handful of cold days this year…it’s SO unfair:(

I’m excited…..about the possible prospect of an amazing holiday at the end of the year.  Now I just need to pull all the little strings together to make it a reality.

I love….my job…STILL! For real! I’ve come to realise what a blessing it is to enjoy what you do so much that you are excited to get up in the morning.  That you can’t wait to see what the day will bring and what else you will discover.  To be a little bit like a record that got stuck on your job…I’m a lucky girl:)

If you pay a bribe…….and brag about it I will consider you an idiot.  I will also lose some respect for you.  On the flip side…if you pay a bribe and you go on about how corrupt our country is and you want to name and shame the guy that asked for the bribe…think again buster! If you paid the bribe…you are part of the problem…you should be naming and shaming yourself.

I recently read…..a quote that said “you were born because you are going to be important to someone”.  I liked it:) I don’t think you’re going to be important to just one someone though.  But i liked the principle of it.

The trick….of life is to hold on to the good experiences and let go of the bad ones.

I won’t…….support something if even a slight part of it is against my morals and principles, regardless of how amazing the concept is.

There is more power…..in holding your tongue at times than there is in insisting on sharing your opinion.  I’m still working on this one.

I’m in love…..with my latest toy…my B&W Zeppelin Air ❤

Now it’s your turn my lovelies:)

Love
Ruby
xxxxxx

Dear Mommy and Daddy Letters

I cannot even begin to explain how incredibly jealous I am.  You guys excitedly phoned me on monday evening to inform me that it was snowing.  On Tuesday morning I woke up to the following pictures on my phone:

Snow1

snow2

Then in the early afternoon I received another call to inform me that it had started snowing once again.  I was sorely tempted to jump in my car and head back home for a couple of days.  We all know how much I love the cold and snow:)  But I was informed that NONE of the roads back home were open….I couldn’t come home even if I really really wanted to.  This morning these pictures from yesterday afternoon awaited me…For the record…I’m VERY jealous:(

Let it snow let it snow let it snow!

Your lovingly jealous daughter

Ruby
xxxxxx

Dabbling in politics

As you can see, this is not a letter.  I’ve also ventured outside my normal rules for blogging, as I never blog about politics.  But this specific little post has been brewing in my heart for a while. I need to get it off my chest…and then I realised: That’s exactly what my little blog is for.  If anyone is really offended by it…I’m not about to apologize.  This is my blog, and therefore I’m allowed to air my voice and my opinions here.

It’s a little something about South Africa’s beloved Nelson Mandela.  Don’t get me wrong.  I have respect for the man.  He’s come a long way in his 93 years and he has indeed achieved many great things.  He worked hard towards achieving equality for all, he uses his name to obtain funding for many great causes and on all accounts he seems to be a very nice guy.  He loves South Africa, and for that too I want to give him credit.  I think it’s great that South Africans can unite on his birthday and do something nice for their fellow countrymen…a noble cause indeed.  And I applaud the initiative.

What does make me sad however, is the way that he is being romanticized.  I watched a little piece on the news the other day.  And some organization had taken a whole bunch of school children and organized a sleep over for them at Robben Island and they were telling them stories about Nelson Mandela and showing them where he was locked up and where he did hard labour, etc.  And then the camera focussed on this little kid and he said:  “when I listen to this story I get really angry with the white people.  But (insert name of facilitator here) said we shouldn’t hold grudges.”  This statement made me sad and angry all at the same time.

Don’t get me wrong.  There were many things wrong with apartheid and everything around it.  And I am by no means a racist, nor do I support any form of discrimination against anyone.  But what everyone seems to forget is the fact that Nelson Mandela didn’t only go to jail for opposing the South AFrican government at the time.  He was a terrorist and in many ways involved with the deaths of innocent civilians.  It’s one thing to blow up military/police people during uprisings etc.  it is quite another to kill innocent people. In fact, I recall him once speaking after his release, and he himself admitted that he was in a way responsible for terrorist acts and therefore it was right for him to be in jail.  He will therefore NOT bear a grudge.

I look at all this fuss around Madiba and I weigh that up against some of the less than saintly things he did in his youth and I wonder how the families of his victims must feel.  How much it must hurt them when he is labeled a saint and practically worshiped by some.  Did he have a good cause? Sure he did.  Apartheid was wrong no matter how you look at it.  Does it justify the killing of innocent people? never!  It is also here that I would like to point out to all those people who love to accuse SA of having a sordid past called Apartheid that SA was no worse than some other countries.  The only difference between, say SA and the US was that South Africa dared to give it a name.  Thereby making it a tangible thing.

It makes me sad to think that Madiba’s struggle is being romanticized and that people are not being told the full story.  To be perfectly honest, I’m tired of all the hype.  Yes, he has achieved many things, and I think South Africans in general owe him a big thank you.  But that thank you is only owed to him for the latter part of his life.  I’m so tired of the fact that only half-truths are being celebrated.  I’m white, I’m proud of it, I was never part of any form of apartheid and I resent the fact that people forget that every story has two sides.

By all means celebrate his life.  Celebrate what he has managed to achieve in the last 22 years.  Celebrate the fact that he was able to leave his past behind him and focus on building a beautiful SA along with other amazing people.  Celebrate the fact that he’s helping people.  But don’t call him a martyr and a saint, for he is neither.

Maybe some of you will think I’m being stupid, some of you might even think I’m being racist and who knows what the rest of you think.  All I know is that I’m tired of the fact that certain people are allowed to say whatever the hell the want, while others are forced to tiptoe around on eggshells.  South Africa has changed in many ways, but until the pendulum swings back to a more balanced and central position we will not be able to reach our full potential.  We live in an amazingly beautiful and generally incredible country.  As South Africans we have overcome a great deal, and for that we should be proud of ourselves.  But we still have  long way to go and I pray that one day we will reach our full potential.  And while Madiba will most probably no longer be alive to see us reach that point, I hope he’ll know what we’ve done and what we have achieved.  He deserves to know that his hard work the last 22 years meant something.

So what’s the moral of the story?  I think what I’m really trying to say is that I find it annoying that the story we share is only half a story.  I’m annoyed by the fact that one man is put on a pedestal, in such a way that we try to sweep his wrong doings under a rug.  If we’re going to tell our children the story, at least give them the full story, even the not so pleasant parts.  Don’t call a man a saint and sanitize the truth to suit your own needs.  Rather celebrate the full story.  Because you know what?  I find the person Madiba has become so much more amazing knowing where he came from.  Mommy and Daddy Letters always taught us that not telling the full truth still makes it a lie.  Personally I think they have a point.  Just consider this.  If we are feeding our children half-truths about our history, what kind of morals and values are we teaching them? And how can we expect to build ONE nation if we refuse to own up to the whole truth?  What kind of a nation are we building if we build it all on lies and half-truths?

 

Dear Aldo

I was super excited when I recently received a rather large voucher for your store as a birthday gift.  Everybody knows I absolutely adore shoes, and the voucher was given to me specifically for this reason, and also to stop me from using it for anything BUT shoes and/or bags.

Voucher

I did not waste any time in attempting to spend my voucher and found myself at your shop in Sandton city last weekend.  I was immediately drawn to the most gorgeous grey boots.  See exhibit A:

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Exhibit A

I absolutely fell in love with them the moment I saw them, and I HAD to have them.  For once the shop had my size (a small but rather popular shoe size) and in no time at all I was happily walking around in the shop, completely sold.  Due to your sale I was also able to obtain a second set of boots.  A lovely light brown flat pair, ideal for wearing with my jeans.  I was in shoe heaven.  Definitely a #HappyRuby moment right there.

So on monday morning I got dressed, bearing in mind that I wanted to wear my lovely new boots.  I was super excited heading to work.  Feeling epically sexy and pretty, strutting my stuff in my gorgeous, super expensive birthday boots.  My happiness was short-lived.  The moment I sat down at work and looked down my world shattered.  I was confronted by THIS:

Mismatched shoes

One grey shoe and one purplish shoe.  How is it possible that one pair of shoes can look like two totally different sets of shoes??????? I was completely horrified.  After a terrible morning of feeling totally out of sorts due to mismatched boots, my team member and I headed over to your Menlyn store to find out if they could do something about it.  There was no way that I was about to spend my entire monday morning in the foulest mood ever due to mismatched shoes.  The Menlyn staff were very nice.  They assured me that as long as I would be exchanging it for the same boots it won’t be a problem that I didn’t have a box. However, I wouldn’t be able to exchange it for anything else, as every pair of shoes needed a box.  Fair enough..however, this did make me wonder.  What were you going to do with the mismatched shoes.  Shove it into a box and sell it to the next person who fell in love with it and leaving them to deal with the problem of mismatched shoes???

Anyway, they brought me a new pair…I happily put them on, and to my complete and utter horror found them to be mismatched too. How is that even possible?? The staff carried every single pair out of the store-room, and believe it or not, all of them were mismatched. From slightly to epically, every single one without fail. I have one phrase for you….WHAT THE HELL??  Obviously I no longer wanted my beloved ‘grey‘ boots, but since the Menlyn store couldn’t exchange them for me without a box, I had to settle for the least mismatched pair.  So i exchanged my purple and grey pair for a light and dark grey pair instead.

I’ve subsequently returned the boots, with the box, to the Sandton City Store where I bought the original pair.  The shop assistant was suitably horrified and was more than willing to issue me a new voucher for the value as I didn’t see anything I immediately wanted.  I suppose I can not fault your service.  Your shop assistants were professional and helpful and at least I can say they followed protocol. I guess that counts for something too.

This whole ordeal has left me with one question though.  Seriously, to whom else does this kind of crap happen?  I mean think about this list:  a roof collapsed on me, an aircon fell out of a wall and hit me, my feet received acid burns after I bought a pair of shoes that were laced with acidic powder, I buy a pair of shoes from a reputable store like yourself and they are mismatched…to name but a few. Let’s face it…my life is far from boring.

Regards
Ruby
xx