This is not a dance
It is listening at the door
before it opens.
All that is self left
behind to enter.
One of our neighbours had an after-tears function at their home today.
It’s when people get together after the funeral of a loved one in vibrant (and often raucous) acknowledgement of life and the person who has passed on.
I’ve only known the sombre solemnity of the aftermath of Muslim funerals, so to hear vibey gospel music and the chatter of relatives on lawn chairs filter through our bedroom curtains was something of a novelty.
Our neighbour was considerate enough to ask us beforehand if her guests could park on the area just outside our house.
Of course, it’s the neighbourly thing to do. We pardon the inconveniences.
Quid pro quo.
I also live across the road from a recently-built mosque in a neighbourhood that, during Apartheid, was classified as a whites-only suburb.
With the growing number of Muslims in the area, every Friday, cars choke both sides of our street for the Jumuah prayer.
One of the other neighbours has short driveway pillars placed along the grassy embankment outside his fence.
Whether his decision was motivated by a Stonehenge design aesthetic or a desire to not have people park outside of his house, we can’t say for sure.
If he ever required the use of our space for extra parking, that would be ok too.
While we aren’t the type of neighbours who gossip and philosophise with each other over the boundary wall, it’s a convivial non-complicated relationship. Like nice, friendly Muslims, we send over small gifts at Eid, wave and nod at each other, are polite to their dogs and go about living as quietly and non-disruptively as possible.
Our neighbourhood is mild, middle-class and multi-racial.
An impossible scenario 30 years ago, when the house we now live in was built (complete with an outside Bantu toilet in its blueprints).

And while I can’t speak for those less fortunate or the well-monied, where the balances are still so severely skewed, the middle is where it’s at.
It’s where me and my Black and White neighbours are at.
In the middle, all together.
(cross-posted on Voices of Africa)
A dear friend sourced beautiful wood and textured paper sleeves for her reception invitations and asked me to design the paper inserts.
The most striking element of the folder was the scalloped wooden heart in its centre and I knew that I had to use it as a unifying symbol across her stationery suite.
I recreated the scalloped heart motif in vector format and also produced a digital cutting file should she want to incorporate the symbol into her event decor.
The suite comprised the primary detailed invitation, a dua (prayer) for the couple and a map to the venue.
Sameera wanted a Red Riding Hood in the Woodlands theme for her daughter’s 3rd birthday party. To cue Sameera’s party styling, we came up with a light-hearted motif of Red and her owl and ladybug friends.
The party palette
The vector composite
Cupcake Picks/Stickers/Goodie Bag EmbellishmentsÂ
Click the graphic above to download a free pdf printable.
Click  the graphic above to download a free pdf printable.
Click the graphic above to download a free pdf printable.
My thoughts on this city of cities lay latent on the pages of my notebook. Until I submit my MA portfolio (which I meant to complete before we left SA but for my crazy paving intentions) there is no space for any other writing. Â My deadline is next Monday and I’m hoping I’ll be smashed in the head with some fecund profundities from then on.
I do have pictures though.
I’m posting this seven days after the fact. More on our time in New York to follow.
If you’re flying Turkish Airlines with a transfer in Istanbul on the same carrier and have more than ten hours of in-transit time ahead of you, you’re eligible for a free city tour. Our exploration of this iconic settlement straddling Europe and Asia began with a two hour appraisal of  its airport as we shuffled from information desk to information desk to queue to security check. Jet lag must have garbled the gutterals of our South African accents to unintelligible levels, as ground staff dismissed our queries as the pipe dreams of the travel-weary.  We traversed over stock granite tiles in Arrivals to dark-grey wood laminate that updated the ambiance in Duty-Free, bowed over by our backpacks and the lament; Oh Istanbul, is this it? Eventually, one savvy desk clerk saved her city for us.
This is what you do to get onto a free tour of Istanbul (provided you are more than ten hours in transit and are flying Turkish Airlines for both nodes of your journey):

I’ve been getting a steady stream of hits since MOO featured my MiniCard-holders in their newsletter and Inspiration gallery.
I use their MiniCards to promote ShootCake, my food photography sideline. The MiniCards are really bitty and supercute in that way all diminutive things are. When they were going to be included in the goody-bags at an event I was photographing, I realised their lilliputian dimensions would also be their disadvantage in the mash of larger business cards, tissue paper, and samples.
A card-holder seemed like the best presentation solution and I came up with a concept that referenced my work and allowed for the card itself to be showcased.
They’re easy to knock together if you have a cutting machine and the design software that talks to it. I altered a camera-shaped dingbat to fit the dimensions of the card, mirrored it to create a flip-open mechanism and inserted a vertical cut for the card to slot through.
I’ve been fielding a few queries to go commercial with these but my minions are as lazy as I am. If you have access to a Silhouette Cameo, I’ve made the cutting file available for you to download here*. The file allows for six card holders to be cut out of one standard 12×12 scrapbook paper sheet.
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Camera-shaped MiniCard Holder by Saaleha Bamjee is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.