A Shoot with the Brilliant, Martijn Roos!


Don’t you just love it when something unexpected happens? Like when your boyfriend agrees to be in a shoot which a photographer offered you??

Yip. It really happened. A photographer from Holland contacted me on Facebook and asked if myself and my boyfriend would be interested in doing a “couple” shoot for him. A few days later, I sheepishly asked my other half if we would be interested and he said, “Ya, that’s fine my love”. So…being the keen-bean for all things “modelling-based”, I was immediately organising outfits, locations, themes and dates with Martijn.Martijn Roos-7645

Where do I start? How do I explain this incredible experience we had? Well, I can only try my best…try my best to paint the picture of that day. Firstly, the location was perfect and so much fun to work around. The shoot was located at the Wijnland Auto museum which was pretty much a massive property with hundreds of incredible classic and vintage (some very well past vintage) cars. Our Photographer, Martijn, was one of the coolest people I had ever worked with. For our first ever couple shoot, Martijn was the perfect person to do it with. He makes you feel so comfortable. He tells you exactly what he wants so you don’t feel awkward (which I think is his way of making you relax until you start doing your own thing – which is when he starts ferociously snapping away). If Sean and I have to just look at him – without the fact that he was actually some random guy who was a photographer taking snaps of us – he is kind, he is friendly, he has a good sense of humour, he is down to earth, he is very passionate and of course…he is so ridiculously talented.

This being myself and Sean’s first ever couple shoot, we were a little nervous and felt a little awkward. luckily though, Martijn is the kind of photographer that can really just make you “feel at home”, if that makes sense. Eventually Sean and I were just doing our own thing, as though we were at home having a cuddle in front of the TV or going for a stroll on the beach…we kind of felt “ourselves” after a while.



It was amazing what this shoot did for us. You would think being forced to cuddle and be all cute together would be lame…surprisingly…it wasn’t! I think, maybe, it’s exactly what we needed. This year has been hard for us. There has been massive amounts of work given for varsity and we have both been stressed to the max…I think to the point where we kind of forgot (or didn’t have time) to sort of just appreciate each other…kind of show that we still seriously are…I don’t know…in love? Whatever it was…it worked…and I loved every second of it.

What made this even better? Martijn was so comfortable to be around and really urged us to kiss or cuddle or “whisper-sweet-nothings”…so eventually we were just like”…ok dude, fine! you’re in for it!”


I hope you enjoy the shots and please feel free to check out Martijn’s Facebook page and his blog…(where we feature)!!



God Bless and happy Thursday!






My first We Love Summer

Events, Fashion

I finally attended my first ever We Love Summer…and it definitely won’t be my last!

This has to be one of my favourite events I have ever been to. Everything about it was so on point and of course the crew I went with…made it even better.

The venue – Bluerock Waterski Club in Somersetwest – was breathtaking and the weather was perfect. The set up was organised and easily accessible. I never stood in the line for the bar longer than 2 minutes. The only hack I found was the line for the ladies bathrooms (though this seems to be a problem at most parties or events).


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Dressing up and getting ready for this much anticipated event was a serious glitter-flash tattoo-bindi-face jewels-festival outfit kind of do. The sun was out, the excitement was building, the laughter was on point – We were ready to attend our very first We Love Summer (after waiting a whole year). I would go on and on about the incredible human-beings I went with, but I’ll just leave it at “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” We were in my little car (My dearly beloved white Toyota Tazz, we call her Tazmin) and on our way. The girls were popping bottles of champagne on the backseat and the deep house tunes were blaring. The exact sort of vibe needed to get seriously keen for a good party.

The arrival was a bit of an anti-climax. Firstly, getting pulled over before we even entered the event parking lot we were told to discard ALL alcohol…might I add, there was a lot. Luckily my alcohol free beers could stay and I was even allowed to take it in with me to the festival area. Then finding out that THIS specific event, they decided to be super strict about the “no-under-21s” (please note that if you know Lauren Cowing, you can just imagine how the stress-pot was reacting) and with pretty much half the crew being under-21, it was a major let down…but of course…the oldies (Danielle and myself) had a plan. After some chatting and giggling like little girls and planning, it worked! We got the youngsters in and we had finally entered “paradise”

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The drinks were expensive (but lucky for me, the water and cold drinks weren’t too bad), the food was pretty average, but the music….Oh the music! After all, that is what we came for right? I hadn’t danced in a while before WLS. All I can say is, I danced my little heart out. Let loose the trance fairy in me and the silly stomper. The day time was cool, but the evening was even better. The lights, the flashes, the music, the fire dancers, the massive bonfire…it was so rad. Im not sure I stopped moving the entire evening (while also not drinking, which is still a huge accomplishment for me). I guess when you haven’t been out or able to party in so long and also know it won’t be for a while again after this…you kind of just take full advantage of it.

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After an evening of receiving a little angel from some random guy( who apparently gives one of these little items to one specific person at every festival he goes to), trying to get rid of the little foreigner who would NOT leave Amy alone, bunting an old man who wanted to “party” with us and searching high and low for Amy’s missing/stolen shoe…

We left the party with sore feet, happy hearts, a million photos and memories I will hold on to forever.

Till next time WLS, the crew will be seeing you again



The Pleasant Festival Experience


Finally, I am able to write about one of my favourite things in the world….festivals. In this case, getting all prepped and organised (another of my favourite things to do). I have been to 4 “stay-over” festivals so far and I tend to learn (and sometimes forget) so many things…all these things that I thought I’d share with all you festival newbies/festival veterans.


Every year I come across new things I would have done so much better off WITH and things I would have done so much better off WITHOUT. Over and over I have rocked up at a festival with far too much crap – and you have to carry all this stuff all the way to your campsite from your car which is usually…a moerse trek.

My first ever festival was Rocking the Daisies 2014. What a weekend! What an experience. But being my first festival, I obviously had no idea what to expect or what to prepare for (or not prepare for). Essentially, if I had to sum it up…all you need is a tent, sleeping bag, cooler box, a warm top (it can FREEZE at night), your bikini, a towel, wet wipes, sunscreen, basic food (because you WILL end up buying food there and maybe 2 outfits.

But of course, we don’t live in a perfect world and as a female…there is NO way I will be leaving with just those items. But, I have learned that there are some things you JUST DONT NEED. Luckily though, there is a way around this – and it means you won’t over pack AND you’ll get to take all your bindis, glitter, bikinis and festy fairy outfits you think you’ll be wearing!

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First thing I noticed was that I really, always packed way too many outfits. For a 3 day festival (especially if it’s summer) you literally just need a dress (easy peasy for when you want to have a quick swim), maybe 2 pairs of shorts and 3 different tops (you will literally just be walking around in your bikini and shorts all day). Then as for the evening, I packed 2 pairs of tights (I find jeans too uncomfortable to party in) a light/thin long sleeve top/jersey (even though it’s cold when you walk from tent to tent, dancing heats you up a hell of a lot) and a warm jacket (I always stick to my trusty denim jacket). Shoes-wise, I took an old pair of ankle boots from Cotton On for the evenings (they look great with leggings and keep the dust out your shoes and socks) and a pair of slip slops (even though I literally went everywhere barefoot because keeping your shoes safe when you dancing in the sand becomes a hack).
Last year at Daisies I was so thankful I took my beanie with for the evenings as it really does get cold and it keeps your hair at bay without having to tie it up all the time (and obviously Cape Town is city of wind).
When it comes to food and drinks…pack enough snacks and food but don’t pack as much alcohol as you THINK you going to need….trust me…you won’t. All festivals I have gone to, I have always taken too much alcohol. Im talking like, I rock up there with say 4l’s… I come home with 2l’s (and noooo you not going to use it at other parties or the next jol…you will end up throwing it out).

There are millions of other things I could tell you to remember but I’m sure not ALL of you are too useless at organising 🙂 So instead, I found this cool list to make things a little easier for all you Festival Fairies and keen Festival New-Comers.                                           Note : What I would NOT take from the following list would be a mini fan, a grill (many festivals don’t allow these), silverware (just take plastic…cheaper and lighter to carry) and for obvious reasons…grill food. Unless of course they mean “Grill” as in the illegal substance, then no…DONT take that either…security and drug checks are a real thing people!


Party with the right people. Go with people you trust. LOCK YOUR TENT. Take tons of water (some festivals don’t always sell water). Don’t accept drinks from ANYONE…sadly not even the people you feel you may be friends with. Be alert. Take too many photos!!! And have a cracker of a time.

Happy stomping all you lovely readers xx

Blessings, Roxanne!!!




The Panic Mechanic 


Hi…I’m Roxanne and I am a stresspot.
Anxiety is a well known friend of mine and it’s a friendship I could probably do without. But then I think…what would I be…who would I be without it?

This may sound a little mellow dramatic but hear me out a second. Who would I be if I didnt lie awake at night making lists in my head, so scared I may forget something. Or sit in class and mull over each and EVERY project I have lined up and each and EVERY part of EVERY module I have that I am battling with. Then there are the days when your mom is not replying to your messages or sends one-worded responses or when you feel so sick in your stomach because you haven’t been to gym the past week and you feel like your skin is bulging over your tights and your arms feel like they flap when you wave or my absolute worst…when your pants get caught under your bum when you’re pulling them up (come on ladies, we all know this far too well).

Little things. But as every anxious or anxiety-prone person would know…these are the things that can very quickly define us.


I guess you could say a bit of my anxiety flares from areas I can’t even pinpoint. You know, when you feeling a little stressed out and something is eating away at the back of your mind and you feel a constant clench in your stomach but you have NO IDEA what it is. This is something my friend Amy calls “feeling App” (App being short for apprehensive – duh). App is real. It is so so so real. It tends to flare when you’re having a fight with your boyfriend and you’re stuck with nitty-gritty whatsapp messages, or you’re worried about wether you will have enough allowance left to buy food or that ticket to We Love Summer or the lunch you planning on having with the crew. Another horrible trigger for this evil little “bug” is when you think someone is unhappy with you…or you think you have offended someone or said the wrong thing – this is something that can cause some serious stomach clenching for me. Then there are the basics : tests, exams (don’t we all know it), family feuds, traffic, time management, social anxiety etc.

Right now, at this point of my life, I am facing constant waves of App. It involves the fact that I have not been to gym in 2 weeks even though my gym is literally a minutes walking distance – this of course making anything I try on an absolute disaster because as us ridiculous female species do…we think we have picked up a ton. This unfortunately controls a lot of how I feel and how my stress levels are managed (a blog post on this topic soon to follow). I do not exactly eat (App tends to do this to you too). The work load we are getting this year for my degree which involves learning a new language, making items such as awareness dolls, activity MATS, beanbags, skipping ropes, balancing apparatus, makeshift bats and balls etc…and FIVE story books which have to be DRAWN and coloured on A3 card, each being about 15pages long (did I mention I cannot draw to save my life? And how LONG this is going to take). On top of this, I am looking for a job to earn a little extra and keep myself busy so I don’t have time to over think things or go mad.


Now…how do we get trough this App and anxiety and stress and these sleepless evenings?We pray.

Every morning. Every evening. You pray.

Pray for strength to carry your cross everyday. Pray for wisdom to make the right decisions. Pray for courage to face what lies ahead of you. Pray for patience to wait for what is right for you and what God has so carefully planned JUST for you.

Pray. For yourself and those loved ones of yours who also wake up every morning having no idea where to even start.

He will hear you and He will LISTEN (in my degree have learned about the big difference between the two)!

God Bless,

Keep up the good work. Don’t look at how far you have to go, look at how far you have come.



Cutting It Out


Yes, it’s true. I don’t drink. Not anymore anyway. And quite frankly I hope to keep it that way. 

It was a decision I made on the 23rd of December 2015. I like that sort of thing. Keeping track of your accomplishments and seeing how far you have come to just urge you to carry on.

I will admit. It wasnt just a sudden decision. It’s actually something I have thought about for quite a long time…2yrs now if I’m not mistaken. I’ll try explain why – I would always picture this : One evening Im at a bar with friends or at a restaurant about to give my order…I get offered a glass of wine or a shot or a vodka and sprite (this was my go to drink) and I simply reply with, “Oh thank you, but I don’t drink.”                     

Imagine being able to say that? “I don’t drink.” Not just a “not tonight” or “nahh that’s not my kind of drink”…a straight up, “I don’t drink.” Somehow, for so long, that’s what I have aspired to be. To be THAT person.  

Of course, being 22 and deciding not to drink anymore right in the middle of season in St. Francis Bay where the party is always happening…it makes it challenging. My answer when my friends or parents or just ANYONE would ask why…”Well, it never brought any good into my life. So why keep it in my life?” *smiles then walks away dramatically* My go to line. My conversation killer. My truth. Because that’s just it. It’s the truth. An extremely summarised and simplified truth…but a truth nonetheless. 

So many years all it has brought was too many regret-filled mornings, terrible hangovers, 2 or 3 evenings where I was paraletic and lucky to have survived, a broken foot, dragging my name through the dirt – which by the way is something I have been taught all my life to work hard to avoid. Not just for the people around me, but in God’s name.

In the end, to get right down to it, I don’t like what it does to most people. How most people view alcohol. I don’t like what my friends become when they drink or the fact that so many people see it as their vice, their go to stress reliever, the only way they know how to be social. You don’t need it to have fun. I have always known this. Now, I’m just actually trying it.

Look…Ive had some good times and massive parties while drinking. Times we really did enjoy. I don’t deny that. But when I look at the bigger picture. When I look at my life. When I look at what it is actually doing to us…it goes so much deeper than just a good party. Then I think…am I the person I want to be when I am drinking? Is that the person I want my family to see? Is that the person I want my kids to see one day? Is that someone that is after God’s own heart? 

I’ll just leave that there,

God bless,

The reformed alcohol-consumer,


Our Chasing Cars Roadtrip (Part 2)


The next part of our adventure was a night in the Golden Gate National Park where we stayed at Glen Reenen Rest Camp. By this time on our trip, Sean and I were so organised and accustomed to our little jobs when it came to setting up camp. Sean would set up the tent while I would unpack the table, chairs, supplies, gas bottle and get a rubbish bag sorted. Then he would pump up the mattress and I would make the bed. Quick, easy and neat – just the way I like it! It was this part of the trip where we started getting that “In-the-middle-of-nowhere-camping” vibe with the wild animals and being surrounded by the majestic mountains of the park.

After we had set up we went for a drive up to all the view points. Those mountains looked like they could have gone on for miles and miles, gone on forever. Vast, great, splendid and magnificent. How can one even describe such a sight? Our evening was ended off with yet another delicious meal made by my very handy boyfriend (Did i mention he cooked EVERY meal? I know…How lucky am I?) and a glass of Amarula which became a standard routine for every night before bedtime. Dinner was always followed by me washing the dishes and packing the equipment and supplies away so nothing got wet or stolen during the night. Something I loved about this place was the bathrooms and the communal kitchen. They were clean, had hot water and plug points and the facilities were sufficient. Sadly we only stayed here for 1 night – but I see us going back for much longer in the near future.


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Our route then led us to the peak of our trip and the campsite we would stay the longest…The Drakensburg. We stayed at a lovely campsite outside Underberg called Silver Streams Caravan Park. This was definitely my favourite part of the trip. How could it not be? Have you SEEN how beautiful it is in the Berg?

It really was a beautiful campsite. We set our tent up so it was facing the stunning view of the hills and mountains. There was no swimming pool but there was a stream that ran along the edge of the campsite (which was so much better than any old man made pool) and it also provided a swing rope which, of course, Sean used as much as he could. The bathrooms were clean, they had laundry facilities, a convenience store up the road, horse riding trails and waterfalls near the site too…we were more than happy to stay for 4 nights.

We went for a walk down to the little waterfall which used to rush with water all year round, but unfortunately they were having a drought so the tubes we hired were used to pretty much just float around on while catching a tan at the same time (I was not complaining). We also had the chance to go on a 3 hour horse ride through the mountain – I don’t know what we were thinking doing this in the heat we were experiencing – but in the end, the scorching heat was worth it. The horses we had were a little stubborn and misbehaved, but that was all forgotten when we got to the natural pool the horse trail led to. I have never seen anything quite this magical. It was literally as though we were in a movie and I was a mermaid about to dive into my crystal clear sanctuary. It’s clear blue water, the waterfall flowing into the pond and the smoothest of smooth rocks you could use to sit on in the water…it was literally like a photo you would use as your computer screensaver or something. If there is anything I would want to do again, it would be to swim in that beautiful pool again.

The day before we were supposed to leave, our trip was unfortunately cut short due to excessive rain and a flooded camp site. So we packed up and headed to Kokstad where we stayed at a BnB before we headed to our final stop…East London.




We stayed 2 nights at Nature’s Rest in East London. Sadly, our trip was coming to an end and this was our last stop. I can’t say the service was too great and they didn’t have the best facilities but…It really was in a beautiful location and we made our time worth it (even though it was raining on and off too).

We decided to make our bed in the Kombi and move all our supplies to the middle of the tent due to the leak the tent’s windows had. I think we did pretty well when making our makeshift-kombi-bed, considering the circumstances. We were set up and ready for whatever weather could befall us.

Despite all the negatives of our stay at Nature’s Rest, when I look at the time I had with Sean, it could very well be one of my favourite times of the trip with him. We were absolutely content with just playing cards, doing some Sudoku, playing Mancala and watching series on my laptop…we were so content with just being in each others company. We laughed. We chatted about serious stuff. We chatted about light-hearted stuff. I was just pretty happy right there, sitting across from him in the Kombi with the fold up table between us. It kinda got me thinking, “Hey, you know…I could be stuck in a stationary combo for hours on end with you, any day.”




Far too quickly, we were on our way home. Our adventure had come to an end. 11 of the most magical days spent with my best friend and partner in crime. I dream about this trip more than I care to admit. I think about it daily. Today I had to take out the tent again and clean it and fold it back up and pack it away properly. I had been putting this off for over a month…maybe I just didn’t want to let go quite yet of the incredible adventure we had.

So, I now think and plan and dream of our next adventure. Our next trip as the Travelling Wilbury’s. We are now, avid and professional campers. We can face any conditions. We will be prepared. With Sean’s strength and cooking skills and my constant organising and OCD tendencies…we will be able to conquer any old camping mishap and be willing to chase and cars.

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Often my mind drifts back to the time i walked with him and saw the stars, or when we swam in that mermaid pool or when we were playing cards and he was slaying me, a single thought never fails to pop up…”THIS is what I live for. These are the times I want to share with him forever.”


God Bless,

The Transformed Adventure Seeker,





Our Chasing Cars Roadtrip (Part 1)

Personal, Travel

This is one holiday my mind always goes back to and my heart always longs for. The holiday I went on a roadtrip with the love of my life who also happens to be my best friend.

It all started with wanting to go camping in Hogsback for a night or two. Then my dad jumped in and said, “Or…why don’t the 2 of you do a camping roadtrip up around Lesotho to the Drakensburg then back again. You can take mom’s kombi too. It’s perfect to travel in.” It took no convincing at all for Sean and myself to decide…That’s exactly what we want to do!

After months of anticipation, planning and excitement…we had planned out a route that would take us through Graaf-Reinet, Gariep Dam, Goldengate National Park, Drakensburg, East London and back home. My mom’s old model VW kombi was packed with all our camping gear, food and supplies…and we were en route to our first destination – Graaf Reinet. IMG_3741.JPG

I never actually realised how beautiful this little town is. It is clean, the people are friendly and it holds so much history and culture. We stayed for 2 nights at Profcon Resort, a little campsite in town. There was a lovely gazebo provided on our campsite and had clean ablutions, hot showers and a swimming pool (which we used VERY often). Whilst we were there we took a drive up to Camdeboo National Park to see The Valley Of Desolation – how remarkable. Just another part of South Africa where God was showing off His divine majesty. We also got to explore an old military museum in the town centre. All of these activities were always followed by a swim in the pool to try rinse off the blistering heat of Graaf Reinet. This was also where Sean and myself had to stock up on a cooler box, ice, a fire grid, pins for the tent and camping chairs – because we are idiots and forgot some of the vital items needed for camping. But hey, live and learn.



On our way to Gariep Dam we decided to make a quick stop in Nieu Bethesda to see the infamous “Owl House” which I had written an exam on for my first year in English. I had always wanted to see it so Sean agreed to stop off (even though it took us on an hour long detour). It is a lovely, quaint little town with an artsy vibe you can’t ignore. The “Owl House” though, I would not say is as bubbly as the word “artsy”, more creepy actually. Alas, creepy or not, I believe this house is something any tourist or “lover of beautiful things” should see. All I know is, Miss Martins (the deceased owner of the house) must have been cooked!IMG_3885


We left Nieu Bethesda and headed for Gariep Dam, we stayed here for 2 nights. Hot is not the word I would use – Blistering? Searing? Sweltering maybe? But, despite the heat, we were luckily traveling quite early in December so the campsites weren’t too busy yet. This left us with a great amount of options, including sites with massive trees which shaded us from the sun. While we were there, even though it was what felt like 45 degrees, Sean and I went on a little hike around the dam. The dam was sadly very very dry. Though this did give us more space to explore and gave us more of an idea on how desperate this part of the world is for water.

I think my favourite part of our time there had to be the one night where we just could not sleep because it was just too hot. So Sean and i got our swimsuits on and decided to go for sneaky midnight dip in the pool. I was standing outside the tent waiting for Sean to zip the door closed when something told me to look up – I should thank God every day for making me look up that evening – to behold something so indescribable. The black sky was lit up by millions, billions and trillions of stars. The sky was so clear you could see the milky way spread up above and over our heads. As though this evening could not get any better and could not be more blessed – We were walking hand in hand, both of us looking up at the sky and talking of it’s excellence, a shooting star shot straight across the sky. We both saw it. Together. How many people get to say that? It’s these little brilliant moments in my life I could cling to forever. It brought the biggest smiles across our faces and I remember just looking to my side, to this divine human being I was walking with and I leant over and gave him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek and I squeezed his hand. It is so odd how that sort of thing can make you all gooey inside. The stars I tell you, they are the most romantic thing.




I’m going to leave this post there for now. I could write about it forever and a day. So I think it’s best I break it up into parts.

Watch this space for more stories on our unforgettable adventure


Love, Light and Blessings