"Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole.
The Donna Darkwolf definitely had an eye for "STYLE". Here she is, dressed
for dinner at the Lord Milner Hotel.
"First Apperances ALWAYS Count" - she would say. "There is NO second attempt! Besides... If I happen to die, I would like to Look Good!".
And this Tune? I would watch the Donna Darkwolf dressing. Do up the back of her dress. Watch her do the make-up bit.
This Tune portrays it all. I mean to say it conveys the excitedness a woman feels when she is dressing to "Go Out!" The hair. The flourishes. The perfume. The lipstick.
Only THEN, as we are leaving our house, am I permitted to "take a photo".
Women live two kinds of life. The 'at-home' life and the going out life.
At home a woman is generally not that much to look at.
But when she goes out – it is a completely new person...
85% of men are too boorish, sloppy, ignorant... whatever to give their woman someone pleasing to look at.
Well, there is no arguing with that.
I have never seen the Darkwolf in T-Shirts, Jeans, Slacks or Dresses.
She had her Starry Shirt for cool days. And a few stylish blouses that she wore with her long, flowing dresses
that made her look like a French or Italian noble-woman on holiday.
She may shop for shoes, pajamas and underwear. Never clothes!
That was beneath her.
All Donna Darkwolf's Wiccan Priestess robes and her formal and informal robes and caftans
were designed by her, and made by her own dress-maker.
All the fabrics were light and filmy - and double-layered. So the robe could "Waft" in the breeze of her motion.
The Donna Darkwolf is just fussy this way! That she Compels Attention. Without knowing it. Natural
Everybody will be dressed like pensioners and back-packers... and THEN!
In comes Queen Donna!
Escorted. On the arm of her favorite Minion. MIFWIC!
Mother F*cker Wots In Charge!
The other passengers look tacky and bedraggled.
Donna looks like a Wiccan Priestess, drifting serenely.
Oblivious of the surrounding airport chaos. Until she see's me. And runs, screeching, into my arms.
Bound to turn heads as she drifts serenely into the hotel restaurant.
The patrons stand no chance against this Queenly onslaught...
My Nefertiti. 'The Beautiful Woman Has Come'.
Donna would always wear something to contrast the venue. Here, Blue against Orange, at the "Bukhara" Restaurant in the Waterfront.
Dressed for her flight to Johannesburg. THIS is going to blow all the
other passengers away.
Some Saudi Arabian woman returning home...
If Donna was not naked, in her pajamas or gown...
She was dressed! To consult, lecture or dine. Here we are going to have a picnic lunch out on our garden.
Just AVERAGE! Donna as Usual! BREATH-TAKING!
"I have to Look THE PART!" Donna announces.
"You know? When in Mesopotamia...?"
"Otherwise! What's The POINT!?"
I take the Hand of my Shiny Wife and escort her to the WOLF, telling her: "You Look Like Dessert, Habibi!"
She Responds: "Definitely! But sadly, Dinner First!"
Every one else has Fat Arses. Kids. Dogs. Its a MESS!
I have an Immaculate, Shiny, Witchy Wife! I always enjoy watching the reactions of the other patrons.
A blend of recognition and disbelief.
Recognising Beauty, and incredulous to be an actual witness to Nefertiti: 'A beautiful woman has come!'
Donna, on her way to the Airport. In the robe she was wearing on the night
we met. The one I tore off her.
Donna looks Beautiful. While I look like I will be pushing the luggage cart for my Queen Nefertiti.
"Good Crikey!" I complain in my best Indian accent -
"I dont get paid enough for thiz!"
Donna looks like she has just got off a jet from Mumbai - still in her travel clothes.
She loves dressing up for a Sunday lunch: "No point in having all these robes, and not wearing them!"
I watch the people who watch her, gliding through the frenzy of the Terminal, and just MARVEL!
Donna on her way to dinner.
Donna had this Egyptian head-piece. She was already dressed in this white
robe, and I thought it would be great to have her wearing the head-piece...
Arrive at Verglegen Estate. Pharoah Cleopatra and I.
I've spent all afternoon painting out our lounge. Before we return all the furniture, I decide to use the empty room for this shot, as we leave for dinner. Beautiful!
AS we leave:
"Come! Stand here! A picture before we leave! Dont look at ME! Look distant!
Your standard gaze for walking into restaurants!.
Come Now! No eye-contact with the hoi-polloi!"
Which causes Donna to break out laughing.
So we have to wait for her to regain her composure.
About 4 times. The word "Hoi-Polloi" keeps setting her off into more laughter.
Donna hired this outfit for a fancy-dress birthday party we were attending, and blew every one away.
Donna dressed for Christmas lunch at Babylonstoren Wine Estate. She is
ALL I wished for.
And she is all I GOT for Christmas. She is Perfect.