putting that picture of jackie magazine up yesterday has created quite a buzz. nicky schumann wrote to remind me of how we had to order it from our local newsagent and how we always received it a couple of weeks late. worst of all you often missed out the special gifts that were supposed to come with the magazine. we loved it mostly for the news on the pop stars and the posters that you could stick on your stippled walls and wardrobes (not to mock wardrobes, i even had a dolly varden)*. some reminders of the content from the covers i have tracked on the internet (this is not made up - good internet research on my part):-
WHAT MAKES YOU LOVE THEM
a Jackie Special on Problem Boys
IS HE ALL HE SAYS HE IS?
discover the secrets of his handwriting
DON'T SUFFER IN SILENCE
agony aunts Cathy and Claire help you sort it out
how about this one?:-
BUT WHAT IS HE REALLY LIKE?
a Jackie guide to reading his thoughts by the way he sits down
21 ways to make him notice you
WHO WANTS THEM?
a Jackie guide to unwanted boys and how to get rid of them
do you know that you can buy back copies of jackie magazine on e-bay for £37.99?
so once i outgrew the jackie i remember progressing to my mom's fairlady's for a while (but it was a tad old fashioned for me at that time). after school i remember that darling magazine was the first magazine that i spent my own money on. i loved the "blossom" column. jenny hobbs (i have recently read her book "kitchen boy")** wrote about blossom broadbeam a true johannesburg "chick" who lived in bez valley and had a boyfriend called "bok-bok". darling was a single-girl-kind-of-magazine and became my new favourite during my late teens and early 20's.
in 1981 it was wedding fever time, i went on a spree buying expensive wedding magazines. i bought all the royal wedding magazines (diana was married 6 months before me). at the end of 1982 i became a mother (once again 6 months after diana) and marina petropolous and living and loving became my bible.
my living and loving period did not last for too long. after 2nd son nic i realised that no two babies are the same and that i knew my babies better than they did. if i think of all the agony i went through, the books i read, all the advice i took and remedies i followed to try to get gareth to sleep through the night. i even ate two whole raw lettuces at one sitting because someone told me that baby rabbits sleep so well because their mothers eat lettuce all day (can you believe that i did that?). now new parents can just buy this book:-
i am not exactly sure when the first cosmopolitan was published in south africa (being the good internet researcher i am, i should check... sorry). for a couple of years i never missed an issue. it seemed like such good value for money. a lovely thick glossy magazine filled with wonderful secrets and information. the articles ranged from 77 positions for 77 days, precise directions to your g-spot, 3 052 dudes tell what they are dying for you to do in bed, why men cheat in august, (serious, check the link if you do not believe), 8 new love truths - what a lot of rubbish. how much money did i spend before i realised that what i was getting sucked into? one edition in particular i remember looking at and not being able to identify the cover girl (although she looked very familiar). on further inspection i found out that it was meg ryan airbrushed so hectically she looked like a putty faced dummy after being perfectly made up by professionals. by the time i turned 30 i had outgrown cosmo as well (deary me, was there any hope for me? would i ever be able to perfect those 77 positions or put my finger on the g-spot blindfolded with my body painted in chocolate?!!)
my 30's was the femina and fairlady era and because i could never decide which one i preferred, i bought both. femina and fairlady remained favourites right through the 40's, woman and home was ok, showed similar aged woman but lacked meat and substance, garden and home was great for awhile, house and leisure...mmmm...not so sure (but bought plenty of them too), getaway (now that is a nice one to buy once in awhile) along with a country life here and there. then one day while having a clear out of magazines i suddenly came to the realisation that i was throwing money away month after month. it was only when i went through the magazines to look for recipes or gardening stuff that i wanted to keep, i realised just how little of the magazine i read. in fact i could pick up a magazine and not remember reading a single article. time to stop. this was also about the time that we had girls time away on a friend's houseboat. faye had brought along her selection of hello and vanity fair magazines. it took me 2 days at sea to read 1 vanity fair and i was so impressed with the content that on getting home i started subscribing. it is now the only magazine that i subscribe to:-
however, i still cannot resist an occasional fairlady or garden and home. i like to buy a sports illustrated here and there (because gareth has stuff in it). i have never bought a you magazine (i do check the back celebrity pages in the pick n pay queue and sorry, i lie, i did buy it once - the issue with brad and angelina's newborn twins (only because it was glad-wrapped)). oh and i love to read the hello magazine while in the queue at woolies (in fact, if i have time, i let people move in front of me so that i can get through the whole magazine). then the country life when it has a feature on an interesting local town to visit and sometimes a taste magazine for the recipes.
all things considered, the addiction is under control.
**It’s a novel about a young war hero and rugby Springbok who makes a mistake that dogs him all his life, and about the long-term effects of war on his family, war comrades, friends and associates, mostly set in Natal (as it then was) and POW camps.
What the back cover says: “Luck matters. Life is chancy. An oval ball can bounce any way. Springbok legend, celebrated war hero, thriving businessman – that was JJ Kitching, known to all as Kitchen Boy. His was a life as large as a sports stadium, as thrilling as baling out of a burning war plane. Now he lies dead in his coffin in a Durban cathedral and his life is relived as funeral goers remember a glowing Natal childhood, the thunder of the rugby field, the joys and sorrows of family. But at the core of the man remained, to the end, the memory of WWII and how it could reduce even the bravest of men.”
from Jenny Hobbs's website
discover the secrets of his handwriting
DON'T SUFFER IN SILENCE
agony aunts Cathy and Claire help you sort it out
how about this one?:-
BUT WHAT IS HE REALLY LIKE?
a Jackie guide to reading his thoughts by the way he sits down
21 ways to make him notice you
WHO WANTS THEM?
a Jackie guide to unwanted boys and how to get rid of them
do you know that you can buy back copies of jackie magazine on e-bay for £37.99?
so once i outgrew the jackie i remember progressing to my mom's fairlady's for a while (but it was a tad old fashioned for me at that time). after school i remember that darling magazine was the first magazine that i spent my own money on. i loved the "blossom" column. jenny hobbs (i have recently read her book "kitchen boy")** wrote about blossom broadbeam a true johannesburg "chick" who lived in bez valley and had a boyfriend called "bok-bok". darling was a single-girl-kind-of-magazine and became my new favourite during my late teens and early 20's.
in 1981 it was wedding fever time, i went on a spree buying expensive wedding magazines. i bought all the royal wedding magazines (diana was married 6 months before me). at the end of 1982 i became a mother (once again 6 months after diana) and marina petropolous and living and loving became my bible.
The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the f--k to sleep
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the f--k to sleep
my 30's was the femina and fairlady era and because i could never decide which one i preferred, i bought both. femina and fairlady remained favourites right through the 40's, woman and home was ok, showed similar aged woman but lacked meat and substance, garden and home was great for awhile, house and leisure...mmmm...not so sure (but bought plenty of them too), getaway (now that is a nice one to buy once in awhile) along with a country life here and there. then one day while having a clear out of magazines i suddenly came to the realisation that i was throwing money away month after month. it was only when i went through the magazines to look for recipes or gardening stuff that i wanted to keep, i realised just how little of the magazine i read. in fact i could pick up a magazine and not remember reading a single article. time to stop. this was also about the time that we had girls time away on a friend's houseboat. faye had brought along her selection of hello and vanity fair magazines. it took me 2 days at sea to read 1 vanity fair and i was so impressed with the content that on getting home i started subscribing. it is now the only magazine that i subscribe to:-
however, i still cannot resist an occasional fairlady or garden and home. i like to buy a sports illustrated here and there (because gareth has stuff in it). i have never bought a you magazine (i do check the back celebrity pages in the pick n pay queue and sorry, i lie, i did buy it once - the issue with brad and angelina's newborn twins (only because it was glad-wrapped)). oh and i love to read the hello magazine while in the queue at woolies (in fact, if i have time, i let people move in front of me so that i can get through the whole magazine). then the country life when it has a feature on an interesting local town to visit and sometimes a taste magazine for the recipes.
all things considered, the addiction is under control.
ooops, once again all over the place - magazine addiction led to dolly vardens, jj kitching and a tip on how not to get your baby to sleep through the night!!!
*dolly varden (for those of you who were not lucky enough to have one)
What the back cover says: “Luck matters. Life is chancy. An oval ball can bounce any way. Springbok legend, celebrated war hero, thriving businessman – that was JJ Kitching, known to all as Kitchen Boy. His was a life as large as a sports stadium, as thrilling as baling out of a burning war plane. Now he lies dead in his coffin in a Durban cathedral and his life is relived as funeral goers remember a glowing Natal childhood, the thunder of the rugby field, the joys and sorrows of family. But at the core of the man remained, to the end, the memory of WWII and how it could reduce even the bravest of men.”
from Jenny Hobbs's website
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