I’m a material girl

Hi, I’m Joan and I am a material girl.  What can I say, I love things and I love having things and I want lots and lots of beautiful things.  I can’t help it, it’s just who I am.  

Moving has definitely brought out the worst in me.  I am in a new place, living alone for the first time in 2 years, the new place has been freshly painted and now I want fresh, sparkly new things to fill it with.   I want to do my lounge in black and red, and have gone to buy my brand new black Manhattan sleeper couch to start off the new lounge.  I’m so excited! I cant wait for it to be delivered!  Then I want to big, wing back chairs, a black fluffy area rug and red scatter pillows for my chairs, with red vases and a beautiful corner lamp!  And I have seen some of the things I want, but at the moment I just cannot afford them all.  

As it is, I have been purchasing some things on my credit card budget facility, just so I won’t actually see the money I spend on my credit card!  It’s like what I don’t see, does not exist, but at some stage I will have to face reality (and that super shocking credit card bill).  

For now I am just dreaming of all these beautiful things and trying to make my December bonus (which is never a given in this company) go 3 times around the world.

Scary nights

It’s always strange sleeping in a new place and it takes a while to get used to the sounds of a new house, but I have never been as scared living alone as I was on the 2nd night in my new place.  I guess I was so tired on the first night that it didn’t bother me.  That and the fact that my noisy neighbours had a party until the rainstorm put an end to it and then also drowned out all strange noises I might’ve heard.

The 2nd night there was no party and no rain and I swear I heard a noise that sounded like somebody trying to force open a window.  I was instantly awake and naturally focused on every single noise I heard.  It also didn’t help that I didn’t have any curtains up in the rest of the house.  After googling the nearest police station, and putting the number on speed dial on my phone, I finally managed to get up, turn on the lights and look around only to find that there are no forced windows and nothing untoward that I could see.  But the damage was done, I was freaked out as hell and I spent the rest of the night clutching a chef’s knife and every time I dozed off, another noise would wake me.

So the first thing I did yesterday when I got home was stick up some curtains.  I couldn’t hang them properly as I have the curtains with the hooks, and the lounge / dining room have those wooden rods for the loop curtains, but at least I have the windows covered until the weekend when I can go buy some curtain rails and have them put up.

I’m still sleeping with the chef’s knife next to my bed, but think I will replace it with some pepper spray and a taser.  A girl has to be prepared you know and I do live in SA after all.