Hi there! I am an South African expat, living in the lovely Kent countryside in the UK.
I love everything meaningful and beautiful - so I try my hand at photography, painting, embroidery, needlework, cooking and writing.
My inspiration for all of this: the people that I love,
and the love that God has for me.
Kintsugi (金継ぎ?, きんつぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as Kintsukuroi (金繕い?, きんつくろい, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise - Wikipedia
Apparently this art form became so popular with collectors that some were suspected of purposefully breaking their precious porcelain or pottery to be repaired by kintsukuroi!
Die jong konstabel, Danie de Jager, in die kookspan in Windhoek - min wetende dat hy hierdie vaardighede sou toepas in die skeepskombuis onderweg na Alexandrië, in die veldkombuis in die woestyn van Noord-Afrika, in die krygsgevangekampe van Benghazi en Italië en selfs as ontsnapte krygsgevangene wat kos moes bedel of steel.
Kleintyd sonder televisie was ‘n groot seën vir my pa se sewe kinders - wanneer die gier hom gepak het en hy begin oorlogstories vertel het, het ons aan sy lippe gehang. Die enigste klagte: dat die gier soms wyk en die storie dan sommer opdroog. Ons kon dit ook nie na willekeur aanskakel nie
I started on my birthday, 9 February 2016, with a challenge to produce one miniature painting per day for a year...
Our beautiful, talented youngest daughter’s wedding took place in August 2015.
The challenge that had come my way was to be creative and come up with a stunning ring cushion.
I often find that I work really hard to look good outwardly – working out at the gym regularly, dressing properly in order to make a good impression. But I so easily forget that God isn’t blinded by my manners or impressed by my correct conversations because He knows that the not so healthy thoughts that I foster in my heart WILL some or other time pop out of my mouth, or even explode into inexplicable actions.
Every morning, the last touch on my newly-made bed is the two handfuls of ornamental hearts that remind me to pray for my children and grandchildren – that God would keep them safe and that their lives would glorify his Name, whether in their relationships, their work or play.
When I go through life tagging along my emotional baggage neatly stuffed into a hip “trolley suitcase”, I will find it very hard to trust God.
When baking, one should follow the recipe to the T – and I do that. But, when making risotto, I tend to hop along happily, improvising, tasting, adapting and … enjoying.
So, here is my secret recipe: