Shake woman, shake

Wild moon woman,
You were not made to be tame,
You are an earthquake
Shaking loose everything that is not soul
Shake woman, shake

This lovely poem captures the spirit of our latest hand-painted helmet! She's all soul, fierce and a head turner- introducing 'Bewitched' in collaboration with the awesome grease monkeys at Garage52.

With a city gearing up for thunder showers, pot holes and and flooded streets, for the nature and adventure junkies, raindrops are music to our ears, a seamless segue urging us to pack our rucksacks and hit the highways to chart our own paths and follow the sounds of nature, as it beckons us to throw caution to the wind and seek out inspiration. In the spirit of testing new waters and listening to our calling we'd like to give you a little sneak peek into what goes on behind the scenes, the making of this bewitching beauty!

With a heavy heart

It's been 18 years since this tiny little, less than three kg doggie came into my life and took permanent residence in my heart. I've seen him grow from a boisterous young puppy into a full fledged Casanova. From the sweet nothings he'd whisper in my ear to get a good belly rub, to the number of times he'd crawl into my lap to take a quick nap, Scotty most certainly knew how to charm the ladies, his doleful eyes and slurpy licks will forever be etched in my memory.

 Last morning he breathed his last as he left this world and a huge void in our lives. Death is painful but watching someone you love suffer for weeks on end has it's own intensity of pain. So at 3 am when I got the message there was a sense of relief, he doesn't have to suffer any more. Sir Walter Scott is now free to frolic with his grandma, mom, sister and daughter in doggie heaven.

It's in these painful moments I've come to realize how much being there for each other matters. A tightly knit family each grieving the loss in their own way, as we laid his frail body on the cold steel table. I felt a lump rise in my throat as I watched  the attendant carry him away, a piece of my heart died as my favourite, handsome, flirtatious love left us all forever.

 I will never hear the pitter patter of his feet again or hear him bark or yodel again, I'd never feel his cold nose rub against my neck as he'd try and snuggle up against me under the sheets, there are so many never to feel experiences the gravityof which hasn't sunk in just yet. 

 Today as we cremated his remains we tried to look at the bright side, recollected all the lovely moments we shared with him, a tiny little dog with a universe of love and caring to give.

On the way back home I found myself clinging to Astra more tightly than usual knowing all to well there will come a day when I'd have to feel this feeling again. But  for now I'll take all the memories of the Yorkie clan and tuck them away safely to relive for eternity.

Here's to Sir Walter Scott, my love you've lived a full and happy life and brought so much joy into our lives, you will forever be missed.