Jersey Girl

We went out for dinner the other night and I felt like this outfit was a total disaster! It started from the moment I opened my cupboard. I was so pressed for time, the clothes were on my body almost as soon as I'd picked them out.

This meant I didn't have time to think about what I was going to wear -- I just threw something on, pulled out anything that sort of matched with it and hoped for the best.

Luckily, I grabbed this trusty, loose-fitting black dress, so I didn't have to think too hard before pulling out something warm to wear over it. I don't know what made me choose it, but I went for this "vintage" jersey that I don't wear very often.

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!"