Birthday girls rule the world.

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As I mentioned before, I'm featuring a few friends and a little bit of their wardrobes on my blog now and then. This is my friend Shamieda, whose birthweekend (she doesn't have just one day, people. Her birthday once lasted something like 13 days) we celebrated a while ago.

One of the days encompassed a high tea (yes, high teas are a regular thing in the circles I move in and I'll have it no other way). In light of the festivities, we all gathered in our finery to drink tea, eat cake and talk about politics and hot guys.

Darling, I'm posh!

I sink into a plush leather couch. The view to my left is Cape Town harbour lined with white yachts adorned with the names of women lucky enough to have yachts named after them.

"If we're in the mood for a swim, we could just open this sliding door and dive in," I say to my mother, whose birthday we're celebrating with high tea at the Cape Grace Hotel.

It's the perfect end to a day that started off pretty much the way every day should start off -- with a massage. Then there was a facial. And then a manicure.

"This is the life," I tell my mom. "Don't you sometimes wish you married a millionaire so that this could be an everyday day? Darling, we'd be so posh!"