SPRING INSPIRATION

ITINERARY OF THINGS TO DO ON A WEEKEND IN WELLINGTON

“Wellington is an unpolished gem,” said Birgit Schmiederer who runs the Jacaranda Wine Farm in the small Cape Winelands town. Her words perfectly summarise what I discovered in Wellington! It’s as charming as Franschhoek but just not as ready for tourists as other small towns around Cape Town  – yet it’s getting there!

BEDROOM LOVIN'

HANDS & FYNBOS

We did a beautiful hike at Cape Nature's Kogelberg between Betty's Bay and Kleinmond. It started drizzling towards the end but luckily the rain didn't catch us.

I can definitely highly recommend Kogelberg Nature Reserve! Cape Nature's doing such a great job in conservation, signage and creating great hikes. Plus, the reception area with offices and public bathrooms has just been built and its wooden design is gorgeous and modern.

Photos were taken with my beautiful film camera, Minolta X-700.

WE DID IT!

Photo was taken by the amazing Tabitha from Illuminate Photography. She made us feel like ten million bucks and took the photos at one of our favourite places, Silvermine. 

AMY AYANDA

One of my all-time favourite Cape Town-based artists, Amy Ayanda, makes music that elicits what is best summarised by a Soundcloud user's comment, "marry my soul". It's sweet, soft, soulful, sexy and dreamy mix of electro, house and folk. 

SONS & DOUBTERS PODCASTS

Probably one of the best podcasts series is Sons & Doubters. This episode was awesome, and Iove this quote: “In order to get through grief, you have to go through grief..." It answers the question of 'How is everyone around me so happy?'" when you've gone through a hard time, or lost someone, or went through a divorce etc.  

ON LOSS: PART TWO

INTERIOR LOVE

Because a friend told me to update my blog today, and I remembered that I wanted to post something at least every month. So here are some of my current favourite interiors.

ON LOSS: PART ONE

For a long time, I wasn’t able to write about my dad’s death. Some people run to church, to their faith, to their inner selves, to help groups. I just retracted. I felt nothing. Nothing but pain and a deep well of sadness. Over time, as the days passed, as winter faded into spring, into summer, and now into autumn (it’s not been a full year yet) it got easier. It was easier to talk about him, remember his face, answer people’s questions about what kind of person he was.