• Featured,  Hiking & outdoors,  Photography,  Travel

    Snaps: Honeymoon Road Trip

    Following our wedding at the end of October last year, Guillaume and I hit the road for an epic 10-day honeymoon. He had done all the booking and planning. Keeping his cards close to his chest, I had NO IDEA where we would be heading. Even during the road trip, every next destination remained a surprise to me – either until I figured it out or we arrived. One thing is for sure, though, he did a stellar job of planning the most amazing getaway <3

  • Featured,  Personal,  Photography

    OUR WEDDING: THE PHOTOS

    Five months and 20 days later than planned, on 24 October 2020, Guillaume and I finally got all dressed up to exchange vows and say ‘I do’ under an indigenous tree canopy in front of a (relatively) intimate gathering of loved ones. We were gifted a perfect spring-on-the-cusp-of-summer-day at the Harold Porter National Botanical Garden in Betty’s Bay, with a light breeze ruffling hems and hairdos as the sun kissed our cheeks, hands, necks and brows.

  • Featured,  Personal,  Photography

    Love in the time of lockdown

    If all had gone as planned, we would have been on day five of a blissful honeymoon somewhere along the Garden Route (I think…). Instead, here we are on day 14 of a 21-day national lockdown, hunkered down in our homes, movement restricted to only the most necessary excursions. The government’s noble effort to help flatten the curve of Covid-19 infections in South Africa.

  • Cute,  Featured,  Personal

    World, meet Jasper

    We’d been toying with the idea of getting a dog for some time, Guillaume and I. Maybe it started with the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Border Collie we met during our first weekend away together in Tulbagh almost three years ago. For those two days, he was a constant companion – chilling on the stoep while we braaied and even joining us for a hike up the mountain in search of an elusive waterfall. We dubbed him Wouter for some reason and soon ‘Wouter’ became a central figure in our future dreams. Our far-in-the-future dreams, that is. Because, let’s be honest – first, a long distance relationship and now, living several…

  • Personal,  Photography

    Snaps: Rose-picking at Chart Farm

    For the longest time now, I’ve wanted to visit Chart Farm in Wynberg to wander among the roses and – best of all – pick a selection of my own to take back home. But, on one condition: that my mom could come along, as her love for these fragrant blooms runs deep and connects with a tender nostalgia for the birthdays of her childhood in Piet Retief. Born on the 16th of November, my mom’s celebration of life falls slap-bang in the middle of peak rose season, which also happens to be most spectacular in the highveld areas of our country.

  • Culture

    Quotes that caught my eye

    I’ve told you this before and I’ll probably tell you again: I’m a collector of words and sometimes I like to curate them too. Here are a few pleasing turns of phrase – some inspiring, some bittersweet and some downright delicious – that have popped up in my reading radar over the past few months.

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    Cute,  Personal,  Travel

    Snaps: Vergenoegd runner duck parade

    If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you’ll know that I have a real weakness for animals. Especially cute ones. Just dip into the Gypsified archives and you will find plenty of evidence – phantom cat syndrome, alpaca cuddling with Marli, Monday menagerie, sleepy owls, lonely whales and, of course, a Sandokan overload. So, when Vergenoegd Wine Estate’s daily duck parade started making headline news sometime earlier this year, it wasn’t very long before I developed a serious obsession.

  • Culture,  Personal

    What I’ve been listening to lately

    Okay, look people, I’m of the opinion that if there weren’t any music in this world, there would pretty much be no reason to exist. At all. Imagine we had to wade through our lives sans soundtrack. No soppy love songs to accompany the mushy first flutterings of butterflies-in-the-stomach. No epic oeuvres to guide us along winding coastal roads at sunset. No palm muted punk rock to soothe our angsty teenage souls (and take us right back to those best-of-worst-of days unexpectedly on a Tuesday night in our late twenties.) No Alanis Morisette (or Taylor Swift/Adele/death metal if you’re that way inclined) to blast at top volume when those butterflies…

  • Personal

    5 things I hate (to love) about yoga

    I was lying on my back, spine pressed flat against the floor, legs raised straight into the air, a wooden block squeezed between my thighs, hands interlaced at the base of my head and elbows pointing to the ceiling when I suddenly realised how much I hated yoga. We weren’t even 10 minutes into class and already I wanted to burst into tears and give up. “Squeeze your thighs together, lift the sit bones, suck in your stomach and on the out breath reaaach over to your left knee,” the instructor said… as though this was all completely natural. On the ‘out breath?’ Lady, I have breathed in and out…