Women’s Day in South Africa marks the anniversary of a great march on 9 August 1956, when 20 000 women protested against the carrying of passbooks.
Since then, its become a day to honour the feminine and celebrate our power. We remember the icons who paved the way for our successes and grieve the ones who have gone too soon. Above all, we raise awareness of the injustices against women; young and old.
Women also do stuff; a lot of stuff.
I headed off to the Guess SS19 launch on Friday morning, my first fast-fashion event in over a year. Winter in Cape Town showed off for a change so it seemed prophetic that the collection was titled ‘Paradise’. The sentiment was further endorsed by an idyllic poolside venue nestled behind the luxurious One & Only hotel at the V&A Waterfront. On arrival, my guest Duncan Pape and I were met by A-List Communications PR exec Gaby Trathen and Guess marketing manager Carla Davis. Remember her name because the story gets juicy.
Glass of white wine in hand, (odd for 11am but no complaints), Duncan and I were lead into a sun-kissed, palm-fronded space, ie aforementioned paradise. A DJ in the corner pumped cool lounge beats as trays of mini eats sashayed by. We refrained from dining, happy with wine in paradise.
Take a long lazy look at what we saw.
I blinked! I swear that’s all I did and 10 months passed since my last post. Where’d the time go? Is it even worth a worth a mention?
I’ve had to put my beloved blog aside for a while to cement my fledging business. During that time, I experienced meteoric highs and lots of ugly tears. I lost out on some valuable business prospects, I lost my cool in a client meeting and if the latter were to be analysed, I probably lost some respect as well. On the flip side, I grew a mighty pair of brass balls which, I’m happy to announce, I haven’t lost since. In fact, they’ve grown.
If I were to define myself by all which has transpired over this time, its that I learned my value as a woman and a small business owner. I learned that you can’t put food on the table or shoes on your feet if you’re giving the milk away.
So, when and how did the realisation of value dawn?