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I REALLY like this local chap. I’ve seen him live a few times, and I’ve never been dissapointed. However, he friggin blew me away with “Too Tired To Disco”. I was so used to his darker side, songs with lyrics like “I will eat your family”, that the sweet “let’s not skip the romance” made my knees go weak. Well done Peach.
I was not surprised to see the ever popular Louis Minnaar did the video, he’s everywhere. For good reason though.


From, Making Strangers, by Heidi Burton.


When my closest girlfriend and soul sister asked me to say something at her wedding I was instantly nervous. I am a crier. I cried when I got up that morning, I cried when she got her make-up done, I cried when I saw her in the dress, I cried (and made other people cry) in the church, I cried right through all the speeches (but hey, so did the groom! They are two very loved people, the speeches reflected this.) and I cried every time she looked at me. There are no photos of me giving my speech, I cringe when I think of the video, I sobbed. I did not speak, I sniffed and snorted and squealed. It took me days to write the speech and I toiled, and teared and borrowed and stole here and there until I got exactly what I felt written down. This was what I meant to say:

Today you create something beautiful and from here you can go anywhere. You begin your journey together serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered by old nonsense. Some blunders and absurdities will creep in but try your best to forget them as soon as you can. I am not young enough to know everything nor am I old enough to speak from wisdom, I do however know this for sure:

Always speak the truth, even if your voice shakes. Grow your roots toward each other underground so that when all the pretty blossoms fall; you will find that you are one tree and not two. Be to each other what pajamas are to the soul.

From Jaco I ask: Be mindful with my best friend’s heart; Find the anecdote to your anger hidden in her laughter; Smile when she makes you happy, and let her know you miss her when she’s not there; Recognize her glowing spirit and preserve it as best you can.

To my dearest friend: I am so proud of you. Not so long ago we were still giggling girls in math class, being scolded for our day dreams. Now I witness you making from the lumber of your life; not a tavern but a temple. Looking at you now, your beauty astounds me. You are going to bless your family with this beauty you walk in everyday.
You are an inspiration, I am honored to stand by your side.

They are such beautiful people and I feel so blessed to call them friends. Your day was breath taking and I can’t wait to post some baby pictures!


Yesterday I shared some photos of my dearest friend just before her wedding. Today’s photos show the ceremony and the reception. We took a moment before where we spent some time with Mariska and when the cameras left we shared the quietest moment of the day.

The groom and his best men shared the same moment on the other side of the premises.

I’m a real daddy’s girl so this photo is one of my favorites, just before she enters the church with her father.

The couple tears up at the aisle. *sniffles*

I look so somber in all the photos, because I’m trying not to cry out loud!

They walked out of the church to a rain of feathers as Mr and Mrs Bakkers.

The entire wedding party after the ceremony.

The reception was beautiful, and the food even better! Their caked looked so pretty!

My date looked as handsome as ever and I really regret not taking more photos of the two of us that night. (We’re the gorgeous couple on your right.)

After the formal reception, there was a debaucherous after party, but by this time the photographer had retired for the night. (Thank goodness!) We all went to breakfast a little grayer the next day, but still loud with residual excitement from the day before. It was a truly magical weekend, I felt completely removed from reality, and on the way home I found myself singing loudly along with every soppy romantic ballad. It was a complete experience, and I would like to thank both Jaco and Mariska for sharing their day and their love with me. You two are the healthiest, happiest people I know, there is nothing you could not make a shining success of, and I am sure your marriage will be no different.

Tomorrow I will be posting the speech I tried to say at the wedding…


It took me a long time to write this post, because I get so emotional just remembering… My best friend got married on the 2nd of April. “Best friend” is a bit of an understatement, “soul sister” is the correct term. We are both only children and life blessed us with each other. I longed for a sibling my entire life, many early birthdays were spent explaining to me that wishing on candles couldn’t make it so. When I transferred to a local high school from boarding school we didn’t get along at first but we soon discovered a mutual love for gossip. *giggles* We started to write each other letters and soon we were inseparable.

I was so honored when she chose me to be one of her bridesmaids, that I could be a part of her special day. Together with the other two crazy maids we planned a fabulous bachelorette and we made sure Mariska enjoyed her last single days.

The venue they chose (Avianto) was incredibly romantic, and we spent the night before and the night after at this magical place:

She gave me the choice to see her dress but I chose to keep it a surprise until that day. Which wasn’t the best idea, I started crying when I saw it, and did not stop until I got in to bed that night. The dress weighed more than 10 kg!

It took four of us to dress her.

The make up artist was incredible! As soon as I find out who she is I’m linking to her. She studied fine arts at my university and she was there for Mariska (a total stranger to her) when neither of us could be. And of course her work was amazing!

Mariska asked me to design her ring, and I tried, but I soon realized I wasn’t nearly equipped for the project. Luckily I know people who know people (thanx dad!) and I arranged a day at an excellent jeweler where she picked her own diamond and specified her own setting and design. She also had a ring made for her husband to be.

She made such a pretty bride, I kept thinking, “Wow, this looks like a Vogue shoot”.

I hate to do this but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see the rest…


Here are some chocolate (or gift) boxes for Valentines day.
Each box says “I love you” in Hindi, and in Hindi one would say it one way to a boy and another to a girl.
Download the box for him. (as seen in picture above)
And for her. (with pink and correct text)


Today my boyfriend and I have been dating for one year. Today a year ago he swept me off my feet in the most amazing way. When I met Willem I was dating someone else, but as corny as it sounds I fell in love as soon as I first saw him. I found some courage somewhere and went to speak to him and he invited me to paint with him on Friday nights. 😀 Of course I went and loved every single moment of being around him….but I was dating another great guy, whom I didn’t want to hurt. I opened up and told Willem I was falling in love with him and he said he felt the same way. So I decided to break the news to my current boyfriend, and Willem agreed he would give me some space to sort all that out. Willem was also finishing his Paramedic course and decided to focus on his studies for the remaining few weeks. We arranged a date, and we would see each other again as boyfriend and girlfriend on the 20th of October.

I had stayed home that entire morning trying on and deciding against my entire wardrobe. And finally around sunset he phoned to say he had arrived at my front gate. I ran to invite him in, but as I approached the car I was stunned by the most romantic scene. He had parked his car on the sidewalk under the Jakaranda trees, their purple blossoms floating down around him. Complementing the purple dress I decided on. I could hear one of my favorite songs drifting from the car radio. And he stood ever so suavely leaning against the passenger side and next to him on the roof of the car he had lit a candle. We kissed without saying hello, and he hasn’t left my apartment yet.

Still after an entire year I still love all the little things about him. I love that he laughs and dances in his sleep, and that he makes the best toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches in the world. I love the way his guitar looks in my flat and the way he looks when he plays it. I love that we create time to be creative together and that we both love spinach and feta pies. I even love that we will still blow off our friends just to lie in bed and watch movies together.
Thank you, my little-tall house gnome, for the cuddling, the kisses and especially for all the inspiration.

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