Food, photos and passing it on.

I’ve had a love of beautiful images from when I was a kid, sitting in my dad’s design agency in the 80’s and 90’s browsing Tony Stone stock image catalogues. So it’s no wonder as a food photographer I am obsessed with the perfect image, capturing yummy food at it’s best with gorgeous light and balanced styling.  

My other “boat floater” is teaching, so as I’ve aged a little, I have realised that to keep my years of photography experience and technical knowledge to myself wouldn’t be helping me or anyone else and then the whole “passing it on” idea would die a slow sad death.

So I decided to pass it on.

I now host workshops for the general public, not just chef students needing to learn the ins and outs of that side of their industry.  It’s for the average person who loves a great image, food and coffee and wants to translate that into something visually appealing.  Not only doI get to help some avid photographers I get to give out of my wealth of experience and help others improve their images.  Hey, I’m by no means the best of the best, but I have almost ten years experience in various photography genre’s, and I am passionate about food, well photographed food and helping people take awesome shots of their food.  My pet peeves include horrible photos used in marketing and advertising as well as amateur design.  So my philosophy is, don’t get mad at what’s out there, help make it better, make yourself available, teach, assist and help others improve their game so we can all enjoy lovely images like the one’s in the Tony Stone catalogues.

A night out and a glass of wine.

It’s amazing what an evening out can do.  Especially when you realise the last time you went out with your husband, alone, was over a year ago!  It’s been a busy few weeks and the blog has been neglected a little, but there is now lots to say, sitting across from my handsome enjoying some lovely red wine and good food we got to talk, laugh and generally be “us” again.  He’s inspired me with some blog post ideas and I think we only managed to talk about the kids once the entire evening.

We were at The Mills Academy chef students exam night in Jeffreys Bay.  This is the first time these students are serving guests a seven course meal after studying for almost two years, it was a treat.  From canapes to soup, fresh baked ciabatta and lamb shank, beautiful choux pastry and macaron topped genoise sponge, it was a taste sensation.  Congratulations to the two students who cooked for us, can’t wait to see what you produce at your final exam next month!

There was a great deal of speculation as to wether the nanny had managed to put the kids to sleep or not and what kind of carnage would be waiting for us as home.  We come home and they are ALL asleep.  I know I say all as if I have seven kids, but it feels like that sometimes.  Our two precious nuggets were asleep, a miracle, it will snow, I was speechless.  So not only did mom and dad get to dress up, go out, eat beautiful food, have a peaceful glass of wine and adult conversation, but we also got the added bonus of not having to do bedtime – endless patience, yoyos, stories, negotiating etc.

I feel good, even at 05:00 in the morning, I feel rested.  Like the break fairy just cut me some slack.


God bless my nanny, she’s amazing!


I’ve been quiet.  I know.

Haven’t had much inspiration for writing this last week.  It’s been a “deep” week.  You know, when you have to dig deep in yourself to just function normally, chin up, keep going etc.

So hopefully soon, now that the air is filled with miraculous recoveries and lists being ticked, I’m sure I’ll have something to say soon 😉

So what now?

Tuesday has brought with it more heavy news and after the passing of one friend yesterday, this morning my other friend is on life support. A young wife and mother.  So the question flies in your face, what now? What do you do, what don’t you do, how do you respond to this kind of potentially stalling news?

You pray. In light of my own wallowing.

You pray in your head, you pray out loud, you pray in tongues.  Not just for the sick and their families but you also pray yourself and your family, and not for the reason you think.  The enemy would LOVE nothing more than to derail you, to push you back and knock you over so you cannot be effective, he would love it if you sat back drowning in sorrow for something that no-body, except God himself knows about.

So pray.

Get off your sofa, pull up your spiritual socks and get on your knees in your heart.  Trust God that immeasurable things can happen, that no matter what happens, we praise and glorify our King, let the sorrow create unity, in our hearts and with each other.
We don’t have the answers, we will never know the outcome till it comes.

So pray. Encourage yourself in the Lord.


It would seem that in my Monday confusion I accidentally posted an unfinished post.


I’m sorry! I was busy putting down some thoughts on my PC (I usually work via my phone) and it turns out buttons are in different spots and I clicked publish before I realised what had happened.

So sorry for the confusing post, it has been removed.

Moving on now.

Dishwasher love.

I have been patiently, and not so patiently, waiting for this moment for quite some time.  Since we got married five years ago (that’s a long time!) We’ve always said we’d get a dishwasher at some point. Life, business and three kids later, we FINALLY got one! I’ve been happy dancing all weekend.

All weekend.

Unpacking my machine of glory this evening and I’ve realised that my dishes are cleaner than they’ve ever been.  The spoons are shiny, the glasses are like crystal and my cutting boards have never been so hygenic.  I know, I might be taking the praise a little far, but this is truly a momentous event.

The last time I had one was ten years ago, yup, ten whole years of hand washing in between.

Can you tell I’m in love? It’s never too late to have dreams come true, even a ren year wait!  So happy anniversary to us, and happy dishwashing in our future! 

Working mom, hero.

I honestly don’t know how you ladies do it.  Going to work every day, most of you full day, and having to leave your precious little ones in someone elses care.  I work from home, so my three month old is always within arms length, but for the last few days I’ve been teaching a course out of home and I’m finished! Finished emotionally, want to rush home afterwards to see my little boy, can’t wait to cuddle him, and I’ve only been gone for four hours a day! Praise God for a wonderful, super capable nanny who makes it possible for me to work at all.

How do you brave, hardworking, super organised mamas do it without going crazy?!

It’s been a momentous task getting everyone ready for their day before I have to leave at 7:45, toddler to school, baby ready for nanny, bottles prepped (remember the “we stopped breastfeeding” post).  It has been a Herculean effort just keeping the ship going and it’s only for a miniscule three days, I will forever stand in awe of the mamas who do this routine every day of the week, every week if the year.  I’m sure some of you love it, the working, your job, your career, but I’m also pretty sure some of you hate it too.  I just want to say to all of you, respect, I understand that the working mom often takes a lot of flak for her choice, but it’s not an easy one and we all have choices we’ve had to stick it to the world with, but working mamas, you guys are my heros.  You work hard, you make sure your kids have what they need, you love them and provide for them and in turn they get to see a strong, capable woman making her way in a tough world, learning to persevere and work for their dreams just by watching you.

You are inspiring, you are strong and I salute you.
Image: Impact Studio