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I Quit!

|By Elana| Elana Style, Home

I quit!

Never give up. A Cliché right? But so true.

I had a resignation this week from one of my team members. It didn’t surprise me, because when you work with people, you know behaviour, you understand patterns, you notice poor performance, and then finally their urge to give up. To quit. I don’t mind it when people give up. I always just wonder why?

What about you? Do you want to give up or quit?

It made me think of the times in life that I wanted to just, Give up! Quit!

I remember when I just started out in entertainment; one of my team members on the channel that I presented on, gave me a tough time. O boy, gossip, stories and fiery words. She did a lot in her power to hurt my feelings. I phoned home to Cape Town, to tell Daddy, that I am going to give up. I should have saved the money of the phone call i made, cause dad encouraged me to stay in JHB. He said this;

Why give up? Why quit? It’s called show business, not show-friends.

Well, I stayed, and 20 years later, I am still in the business that produces results, change, satisfaction, and produces very little friends. Because I understood this; I have a purpose in life, and I am going to need to be vigilant if I want too achieve my goals. I don’t want to be famous, I want to make real change, I want to make people feel good, I want to make people feel valued, I want us to understand that we can do anything!

My mentor claims that there are 3 realities in life,

  1. Life is difficult
  2. Life is difficult for Everyone
  3. Life is more difficult for some than for others

Somehow we believe everything should be easy. A smooth easy way to success. A prize when you get something right! Right?

Well, here is the truth. Nobody escapes life’s problems, failures and losses.

Work hard, run your projects with dedication. Today, You better need a really blerrie good reason to quit, cause I’m on your case.

Go to work.






You should call your mother…

|By Elana| Elana Style, Home

My mom is a good storyteller. On all levels. From reading “Bollie” when I was 5 years old at bedtime in the “Huisgenoot,” to spinning a story about something that REALLY happened and adding on bits. She has 3 kids. I’m one of them. Only when I ask, she tells me stories of how she spend hours on the road dropping us off at good crèches and how the neighbour (we called her Ouma. Bless her soul and may she rest in peace), would receive us at 6 am and Mom would collect us again at 6 PM. Walking. Hungry and Heels that needed repairing at least once a week.
Growing up was busy and I missed Mom a lot. I would call her work number to tell on my brother. 326000. I memorized it as a child. Mom and dad had to work. Yes, HAD to work. Hard work. It made for great Christmas presents. And we were the only people in our street with grass, MNet and a piano. When you were my age then, you’d much rather have Justin Timberlake in Mickey Mouse Club at home, than mom busting your girl-balls!

Only after I had my daughter (here comes a cliché – but so true) did I realize what all of this is really about. Motherhood. Also, what my dear mother has been through. If you don’t have kids and you are reading this…do you KNOW how hard it was looking after YOU? I love my baby, and I enjoy her. My biggest challenge as a mom is my “worry switch”… it drives me mad. I cannot switch it off. When I am with her I watch her, out of worry that she might choke. When I am not with her I call every 7 minutes and ask the glam pair (my au pairs …thank G-d for Magda) for picture updates and a full report of what they did in 3 hours while I am on your TV.

I just watched Finding Nemo, baby was supposed to watch it with me, but she ate the remote, then wanted milk, played with my tummy and is now asleep…anyway. The daddy fish said: “Keep Swimming.” So in 2016, even when things get tough, do that. Keep going. It’s gonna be fabulous I promise. If you haven’t spoken to your mom in a while, call your mother. You were a baby once and She made sure you were safe…Even if she had help. Just do it. Ok? Ok.



My response to “10 Things I wish my grandchildren would stop doing”… via Parent24

|By Elana| Elana Style, Home, The BabyBrunch

I LOVED Elizabeth Durand’s article on Parent24 last week. Read it here.

So much, that I thought, this is the perfect opportunity to open up to my baby’s grandparents. She is a lucky girl. With 2 sets of dedicated, loving grandparents, what can go wrong?


Let’s start with:

  1. Sorry, Moms and Dads, but you are going to have to take the baby’s pictures off Facebook. Also untag us in the “poop” comments. Dad, please don’t feel bad. Ok? Ma… please speak to Dad.
  2. The doctor said you have to follow a diabetic diet. I scratched in your bedroom drawer for chocolate the other day and found… chocolate. It was yummy. You can have the fruit, but not in chocolate. Sorry I scratched in your drawer. ?
  3. My stepdaughter cannot have a GHD. I said no, and her dad said yes. You said maybe. Sooooo…The answer is no. She is too young and they are hot enough to toast bread. I have toasted bread with my GHD before. So she cannot toast her hair just yet.
  4. Please kiss the baby only once. When you kiss her for a long, long time, her face starts smelling like you. Like cinnamon and like fudge and sometimes like coffee. Then I have to wash her face again. Then you kiss her again. I’m a first-time mom and want my baby to smell like baby products.
  5. Both my dads: The reason someone asks for the owner of the house when you work in the garden, is because we need to change what you wear when you are working in the garden. The T-shirt with the holes in them and the KFM hat and “veldskoene” does not qualify as an outfit of someone who owns your house. Let’s start with the T-shirts. I’m buying one in every color.
  6. Please can you use the smartphone I gave you? I can’t print all the pictures we take of the baby every week. You will be able to view them without printing it. Promise.
  7. The GPS is for your car. Plugging it in at home and writing down the directions defeats the purpose. Can we fix the lighter plug thingi majigi in your car?
  8. We know the bottles of wine without the labels are cheaper, but they don’t gift very well. Can we print you stickers for them? Or perhaps we give you the extra money for wine WITH labels.
  9. Please park at the airport when you collect me with the baby. Driving around in circles around the airport does not save you money. If you park, you can pay like R20 and save all the dramarama.
  10. Then, lastly,
    You cannot take flowers that you bought for mom back to the shop for a refund if they don’t open up within 3 days. Perhaps you should apologise to the shop owner and buy mom flowers elsewhere from now on.

See you Sunday for lunch.
I will make dessert. With extra brandy.

(Source: Parent24)

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I got fired from rugby… So watch Naas Botha and Corne Krige’s predictions instead.

|By Elana| Elana Style, Home

CPFzQ0QWcAAKs93Anyone that remembers Loftus stadium as “Minolte Loftus”, Knows Pretoria well.

I was the announcer in the top ” Losie” box at the rugby that summer. A proud broadcaster for Jacaranda 94.2 then, and also the only black female live commentator. It was fun.  People loved my Afrikaans, and I loved the attention.

My microphone from the box was loud enough, that even if you were parked 4 streets away from Kirkness Road, you could still hear me announce the live scores to my 50 000 + audience. Mostly men. The love beer, and some of their Bulls T-shirts were a bit tight from the wash.  They also loved their wives. And they loved the Bulls Babes.

Then, my next script arrived, and I had to welcome a few of the VIP s.

I read:

Also, a warm Welcome to the president of the Rugby Union ,Rudolph Straeuli 

( this is of course the wrong title, wrong day, wrong place, wrong script,wrong freekin announcement, wrong everything! The script writer apologised )

Rudolph August Wilkens Straeuli (born 20 August 1963 in Pretoria, South Africa) was in fact a South African rugby union player and coach. NOT THE RUGBY UNION PRESIDENT.

Needless to say. I never saw Loftus again. Not even as a spectator. (Upside down face)

And then I started playing golf.

So….I am making no predictions for the world cup. Instead I asked Naas Botha and Corne Krige to give it a try. Watch the vid.  Esther Beth, Hubby and I will be cheering from the living room! ha! GOOOOOOOOOO Bokkeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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