motherhood

my son turns 9 tomorrow and his birthdays obviously always get me thinking about the incredible journey of motherhood and how i've been running, walking and crawling along it for 9 years! but honestly, my son has been an absolute pleasure. he is an old soul and is here to teach us all a couple of things. happy birthday, luca. you've been a greater gift than i could ever have imagined. thank you for showing me how much i can love.

still moving in

i'm still packing, driving, moving, cleaning and encountering problems at my new house in the country, but at least my mother sells 'truth' coffee at her coffee shop/wifi cafe! this morning, i also found &union beer at oskars deli in hermanus. party on.

song crush

Woven Birds by Calexico

The plaza in the village

Where mission bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
Even the swallows have vanished
no longer return in the spring
All the blossoms are buried
'neath the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred
Along the corridor crawls fear
Crushed by the promise of hope
That never returned
Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Trees grow silent fruit
'neath a suffering sky
Those who have stayed, keep a flame
In memory of the fallen
And pass on the old rites despite the risk
But many more have left here
On mended broken wings
Turning to see your reaction
A tear drop fills your eye
But you protest not to give up as give in
Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one
Numbers come out of the woodwork
Curious to see the rebirth
Above the swollen clouds
A strange sound fills the air
A silence never heard
Falling like blessed rain
And the swallows return

owly

it's a matter of national importance that i get my claws on these owl cushions.

housewarming wishlist

clean, simple mid-century sofa

finel cookware

a retro tv and record player

retro enamelware - similar to those in stock at vamp

smoke grey duiker cushions by skinnylaminx

veggies and herbs for my garden

espresso maker from yuppiechef

fuuuuurrrrr

mid-century dining table - like those at vamp

more furrrrrrrr
everything heart-shaped from le creuset

i've compiled a dream wishlist for my new cottage in the country, although olive oil, red wine, tanqueray, dark chocolate, balsamic and coffee are all welcome :)

small town girl in my heart

images from we heart it

oh my cavalier reminds me of stanford

'oh my cavalier' reminds me of stanford.

house & leisure

house & leisure asked me how i'd spend r30 000 if i won their awesome house of the year competition...check out my super splurge list on their blog here

farewell cape town

after mulling it over for the past few years, i've decided to move to stanford. i know, scary huh?! stay tuned for a photographic journey through our move into this idyllic river town, one and a half hours from cape town.

pj at her most insane

"Legs" - PJ Harvey

Oh you're divine
Oh you're divine
Oh Oh Oh did I tell you you're divine
Oh Oh Oh Oh did I ever when you were alive

Did it hurt when you bled?
Did it, oh lover boy, oh fever head?
I'll bet you never thought I'd try
Your mouth, my love, was open wide

Singing oh you were going to be my life
Dammit!
Oh Oh Oh Oh you were going to be my life

Did you sing "Oh happy day"?
Singing it
Sing it that time I went away?
Got to ease my aching head
Do you know
No other way cut off your legs oh
Hey oh

Did you ever wish me dead
Oh lover boy, oh fever head?
No you must, no you must not go away
How will you ever walk again?
And I, I might as well be dead
But I could kill you instead...

woodcutters

photograph by patrick ryan

photograph by patrick ryan

photograph by patrick ryan

photograph by patrick ryan

some fun pics from the weekend, including making the boys chop wood while we danced!

lunch at graze

graze

owner jero and i sharing a limoncello moment

fini

portrait of a village

the raven and i have had a wonderful first night and morning in stanford.