Yesterday I had lunch at the Rand Club as a guest of the City of Joburg…wearing jeans…oops! Anyways they didn’t seem to mind too much about that although I did get a few snooty looks from some of the members, either that or their caviar smelt funny.
I thought since the Club is always seen as this ‘secret society’ and only a few are ever lucky enough to get a peek inside I would snap a million photos to show you guys. Alan Lambert, Food and Beverages Manager at the club was kind enough to take me on a quick tour of the club and impart some of his extensive knowledge of its history, I even got to relax for five seconds in the Library, which is not only the coolest room in the entire building but also the Clubs pride and joy.
The most beautiful skylight set in the biggest entrance hall ever. And the stained glass is all made in SA!
The library dates back to when the Club was opened and contains over 10 000 books.
The Club is filled with awesome little details like this: a row of shelves in the library has been cleared so you can put your feet up and relax.
Would love to get my nose stuck into some of these.
Shot of the library from the door.
The Club has an entire hall for snooker…it does happen to be lined with the heads of various animals so it’s a little creepy.
Perhaps my favorite part of the whole tour/lunch was the story of Rudyard Kipling and the Rand Club which apparently inspired his poem If.
Last week I moved into the most amazing building …which would account for the lack of posts! One day I will get this right.
Anyway, the building is in the beautiful suburb of Killarney and has pretty much the best view ever. Randlords aint got nothing on me. We are still in the process of getting furniture and unpacking but I thought I would share a few pictures of what it’s looking like so far.
Welcome to Interlaken:
Claudi aka German and Kate my flatmates.
Love Jozi key rack…to go with the view.
The view…a little hard to see but you get the picture.
Bookcase filled with various odds and ends from our travels.
Honer from Germany, camera from Russia and the head was a housewarming gift from my Mom!
Pretty little things for a pretty little kitchen.
Cant wait to cook up a storm in here
Soon we will fill you!
“I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.” ̶ Ani Difranco
Beatles and boxes
It where you spend your most peaceful hours, where you dance in your underwear in front of the mirror and where you curl up when you are sad. It’s where you take time for yourself or time to be with someone else. It’s where you plan new memories and revisit old ones.
A bedroom is that little piece of heaven that no one can take away from you; a bedroom is that feeling of relief as you sink into your bed after a long day, it’s the place where the world melts away and you get to be you.
It has taken me about three years and numerous holidays to find all the small pieces to the puzzle that is my bedroom, and I think…minus a few empty picture frames it may just be complete. That is of course until I find the next painting I just have to have or the next vase that would look great on my bedside table.
So my basic idea was to fill my one wall with little artworks or memories I’ve picked up on my travels, or that friends and family have given to me, it’s a map of my life…and I am eventually going to have to get a way bigger wall. The walls are two-tone with a darker green on the bottom and a lighter green on the top (no guessing what my favorite colour is) and all the finishes are mahogany.
Here are a few photos of the (somewhat) finished product.
Money box from India and coasters from China
Pearls in this pretty antique dish my mom gave me
Mask from Indonesia, painting from Vietnam and block mount from Thailand
Desk, complete with VW Beetle collection.