The making of And Lollipops
My sister Tess moved up to Sun City in 2003. Or was it 2004? I may not recall the year but I do remember dropping her off at the airport and then through tear-filled eyes heading straight to the mall for retail therapy.
The black suede ankle boots I bought were fabulous but sadly not enough. I couldn’t exactly peer at them over my Sunday latte with an invitation to The 12 Apostles for champagne and a massage, could I? They’d probably just sit there in black stiletto-ness wondering what The 12 Apostles was. So what’s a girl to do without her BFF? Get a new one?
Where do I start looking? Tess didn’t gym, she power-walked. Picture me skulking along Sea Point Promenade in full camo-gear, night-vision goggles weighing me down in case the recce lasted longer than anticipated. ‘Hey lady in the neon pink bikini from the 80’s. Want to be my friend? Oh, it was a Christmas gift from your mom. Ouch! I see your transparent plastic beach bag doubles up as weapon. So I take it that’s a “no” then’.
Clubs weren’t her scene either but we’re keeping our options open here. Music pumping, bodies heaving, kids too young to drive let alone drink. ‘So, new BFF, mom wants you to pick her up at 3pm. No, not your mom, our mom. What? Oh, your mom’s picking you up at 1. No I Am Not On Crack! Oh forget it, I’ll go.’
Sisters just can’t be replaced so I turned inward. Not in a cut-yourself-off-from-the-world-to-moan-the-loss-of-your-BFF kind of way but to embark on a personal journey of self-discovery along a path called life.
I started writing a book; a series of small articles about things which interested me and lessons I could share with Tess. I envisioned a leather cover slowly opening to reveal hopes, secrets and dreams spilling off richly textured pages. A loving gift from one sister to another.
I imagined Oprah featuring us on her show shedding tears as she left freebies under her audiences’ chairs. Halle Berry would forfeit her fee in lieu of the opportunity to play me in the movie version. French actress, Audrey Tatou, would appear as Tess. We were going to be famous. And rich.
Two years and eighty-one pages later the realisation dawned that Pulitzers and Oscars were not part of my immediate future. Not that I hadn’t learned anything. It’s just that I’m an instant gratification kind of girl and this book thing was taking far too long. Now what do I do with all this material?
Ironically, with the book still a secret in its infancy, it was Tess who introduced me to parisdailyphoto.com by Eric Tenin. His simple idea and wickedly charming sense of humour inspired me to blog. Like him, I may be nostalgic and romantic but I suppose the easiest subject is one you know best and feel most comfortable writing about. And lollipops, a blog about my ramblings, was born with Tess being the first follower, of course.
The name was inspired by the beautiful Susie Gale who taught me that life is about love, light and lollipops especially the red, fizzy ones.
So what became of those black stiletto boots? Daily wear and tear through five winters eventually forced them into a charity bin. I’m not exactly sure what year it was but their departure coincided surprisingly with Tessa’s return from Sun City. Peace in the universe had been restored. Happiness.
love & light