As with yesterday’s post, I can’t believe it’s been a year. I can’t believe that today a year ago was when you finally showed us your gorgeous little face. Happy first birthday little man:) I wish I could be there to give you a big fat hug and to see your excited little face as you get to tear paper and bash cakes:)
I never thought it would be possible to love someone you’ve never actually held this much. My closest physical interaction with you was when I visited your Mom and Dad a year and 5 months ago and I got to hear your little heartbeat and feel you kick. Lucky for us we live in a world of technology and we have been able to interact with you and see you grow via Skype. Seeing how you’ve started interacting with us via Skype brings happysad tears to the eye.
So happy birthday little man:) I look forward to seeing you (hopefully) later this year, to watching you grow (even if it is via Skype) and to be a part of your life.
P.S. I’m adding one or two pictures so you can all go awe and agree that he’s gorgeous!
As I sit here writing this wee little blog post I can’t help but shed a tear, give a little sob and just cry. My heart is just so full when I think of you and all that you are and what you have overcome that I don’t even know where to begin. Less than two months ago we were all convinced you wouldn’t ever come out of the hospital, let alone walk around the house with only a walker as aid. You’re a little miracle all on your own:)
You’ve overcome so much in your 86 years…fighting and surviving aggressive breast cancer, the loss of the love of your life, the death of a son, a hip replacement and heart failure to name but a few. And yet here you are…a fighter, a survivor, a never-ending source of wisdom and love and teases and hugs and one of my closest friends.
There is so much I can write here to say what an amazing person you are and how much you mean to me and truth be told I’ve written and deleted this post about a million times…because no matter how I try the words just don’t come out right and they sound hollow and don’t do justice to you.
So instead I will offer you just this. Thank you for being such an amazing grandmother, mother, sister, child and friend. Thank you for loving us so much that it feels like our hearts will explode. Thank you for teaching me how to make traditional ginger beer and how to bake bread. Thank you for being the perfect example of child like faith in the midst of darkness. Thank you for being a fighter and for showing me where I got that pig-headed tendency from:P Thank you for believing in miracles and sharing them with us. Thank you for believing in us. But most of all thank you for the role you played in my life.
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.
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:
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:
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.