My Favourite Turkish Restaurant

My husband and I are simply loving our new place and it’s more central location. About a week ago we got a babysitter and went out for dinner to a wonderful little Turkish place that we stumbled upon. Bazaar Gurme – Kuwait.


I just fell in love with this little restaurant. The design and decor has been so wonderfully thought through and deeply considered. They take attention to detail to a new level, and the best way for me to sum up my experience there would be to say that they absolutely took me into the heart of Turkey, into someone’s house, and their sweet grandmother cooked me an authentic Turkish meal.

They are located in The Arabella Complex just off the Gulf road facing street side. They offer a gorgeous outdoor area as well which we didn’t get to enjoy due to dusty weather, but clearly just as magical as inside.

One stand out feature for me was the roof. It’s not often that people look up and consider the roof of a place, but I did, and so did they. They carefully placed the vents to fit in with the designs as well. Then of course there is the beautiful coloured lanterns that hang proudly. You see, extra attention to details. It is a beautifully put together Turkish experience and I highly recommend it.


Yes, I’m slightly obsessed with this roof and it’s glorious lanterns.

To anyone living in Kuwait or visiting this Arab country soon, I really hope you get to try out Bazaar Gurme. Seriously though, even their Instagram account is pretty to look at!




Spring update from Katie

Hi everybody! I know it’s been awhile since you heard from me, so I decided to to do a short vlog updating you on what’s been going on. Now that I’m getting back into the swing of things I look forward to sharing more travel adventures, creative inspiration, and life with you!

Thank you again to my beloved partner, Lindy-Ann, for picking up my slack you are true gem!




From pink screwdriver to power drill!

When I moved to Kuwait at the tender age of 25, my only ever experience with the IKEA brand had been from an advertising perspective. As in, admiring their advertising and strategy from a distance since there is no Ikea in South Africa.

When I moved into my first unfurnished apartment here, I headed over to the great IKEA and stocked up on the absolute bare minimum that I could afford at the time. With a very small budget I needed to get smart with my purchases. And of course I couldn’t afford the extra delivery service so I loaded my car with whatever I bought and headed home.

When I opened the wardrobe box and opened the little illustrated booklet of instructions it called for me to have a screwdriver handy. So off I walked to the local grocery store and bought myself my very first tool. A pink screwdriver! And with this little beast I built all my furniture for my first place by myself. After a few blisters and meltdowns I had done it!

Fast forward 11 years and now I’m in my new place, husband took the kids out for the day so I could build a few new storage pieces for the kids rooms. This time I was armed with a lot more building experience and a power drill (if that’s what you even call it!) Anyone else feel like IKEA is LEGO for adults?! #builditlikeaboss

Somehow this feels like a metaphor for how far my Kuwait journey has taken me. I will always keep my little pink screwdriver as a fond reminder of my early days here, a reminder to not give up, to tackle problems head on, and always know that even if you don’t see it at the time – hard work pays off.


The best markers of all time

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And I can say that with confidence too.

I bought my first set of Copic markers 18 years ago. I was studying Art Direction and Design at AAA in Johannesburg, one of our subjects included fine art and renderings, for this we needed to invest in Copic markers. I never thought of them much at the time except that they were crazy expensive.  I mean, their rendering ability was pretty incredible but I was not experienced enough at the time to fully appreciate their worth. Fast forward 18 years, I found my box of Copic markers while unpacking my art room in our new place. My first thought was to throw them away because surly by now they would be useless and dried up. I pulled out one just to confirm my thinking and to my surprise it worked 100%, clearly and accurately. I have now handed them over to my art brain child who has been designing up a storm with them. It’s exciting to see them taking on this second life, and to see my joy mirrored in my child for these ink filled instruments.

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So if you’re looking to invest in a set of markers that will live 18 years or more, then invest in a set of Copic. You’ll only ever need to buy them once!



Side note: These are not washable, scribble felt tips pens but artists markers for passionate creatives.




We’ve moved!

We’re in. My middle child doesn’t do change very well at all. In short, she struggles to place herself in her environment and this can cause a fair bit of anxiety, especially when facing big environmental changes, like travelling, or in this case, moving house. Because of this, I made the decision to make the big house move here in Kuwait while she and her dad were in South Africa for check ups. This meant that I had to move house alone with two little kids, and a dog. But in reality I was never ever alone.

I had the most amazing help from dear friends, family, a remarkable moving company(Pack ‘N’ Move), and my very dear home assistant Rita. My Rita was nothing short of a God send over the last two weeks. And this move would have been impossible without her.

The morning of the move, my youngest woke up with a fever – of course he did!

So I had to cancel his playdate and drag him along with me most of the morning. No problem, I loaded the car up with stuff, him up with snacks and a few little toys. My amazing neighbour took Max for the day and we dropped my eldest off at her playdate, thus the day began. By midday I was feeling the pressure. Not of the move, but of having an unsettled little 4 yr old pulling on my legs. And as if just on cue, my friends (without children) offered to take him out for lunch and an afternoon at Trampo. Did I mention I have amazing friends?!

The move took two days in total and we are slowly but surly making our way through the boxes and getting artwork, mirrors, shelves and photos up on the walls. It is starting to look and feel like home.

My kids were so excited with the move that every now and again I would catch them taking photographs of the place with their iPads. I thought this would be a great way to share the move with you too.  These images are from their perspective. Except the one of Max.

And now that the office is set up, the internet is working and life is starting to settle down a bit, I’m truly so happy to get back to my writing and my blogging. Thank you all very much for being so patient with me and giving me grace during this down time. Mostly, thank you for your support through it all.




Loss & Legacy

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This week my family suffered the loss of a beloved uncle in a tragic accident. The grief and feelings come in waves. Powerful and crushing and at the same time cathartic and cleansing. The hardest thing is not being able to be there with our family. To tell stories, hear the memories, give hugs, so this is how I will share my heart. This is to honor a man that loved fiercely and did everything with passion.

Uncle John was a bear of a man that would stomp into Grandma and Grandpa’s house with the screen door slamming behind him and a smile that said he was happy to see us come get your hug! He gave bone cracking hugs and good advice. He had the heart of a Scottish highlander in fields of Virginia. He was a great story teller, a hard worker, an inspiring teacher, at talented musician, a soldier, a proud father of four miracles, loving husband to an amazing woman, a believer, and rock to lean on. He was not perfect we all know that, but even those moments were redeemed by the way he loved his family, all of us.

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He was one of the first members of the family to welcome me into the clan and even wore a kilt at our wedding. He loved my husband like more than a nephew, he cuddled his great nephews tenderly as babies and played with them as little men, and always encouraged us to keep adventuring and to grow in faith.

A couple years ago we had the pleasure of spending a weekend with my mother-in-law, grandma and grandpa, and Uncle John and his family at Cove Point Lighthouse. It was a memorable weekend of bonding and being together as a family. That weekend is even more cherished now as one of our last adventures with him.

While we were there Aunt Laura and I had schemes to take their family photos, since they hadn’t had never had them done. I was honored of course and the session worked out perfectly, the colors the lighthouse, the beach, the love captured…all of it.

Those photos were my gift to their family and now they will help our cousins remember their father.

When my MIL called to check on me (I know she is the one that lost her brother!) she told me that my gift of photography was special and meaningful. She shared that one of the girls has been carrying my photos of her family in her hand all week, and that even though I can’t be with them my spirit will be there at the memorial through those images. That was a comfort and an overwhelming revelation.

What you do matters. The legacy you leave behind matters. How you love others matters.

Uncle John loved his family fiercely, this is the legacy he leaves behind, love. I’m so thankful to have felt that love and to have been there to capture it forever for his family.

With Love,


“We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won’t need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining – they just shine.”  –Dwight L. Moody

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Go Slow!

To our dear readers, this is the reason for my current go slow. I’m currently moving house. Tomorrow is the big day! With any luck we’ll do it all in one day and not two!

My husband is in South Africa with my middle child, another post for another day, so I will be moving without him. Note I said ‘without him’ but not ‘alone’. My amazing helper has been an angel in the pre-pack department and I have no doubt that she, along with her army of friends, will help me unpack in the new house in a matter of days.

Once I’m settled, and my office is once again set up, my posts will be back with wonderful thick content like before.

Thank you all for your love and patience.


David Hockney – Artist

“I think in painting you can do things you can’t do in photography.
Edvard Munch said photography can’t compete with painting because it can’t deal with heaven or hell.” – DAVID HOCKNEY
David Hockney, born 9 July 1937, is an English painter, draughtsman, printmaker, stage designer and photographer. An important contributor to the pop art movement of the 1960s, he is considered one of the most influential artists of the 20th century.When I came across a CNN piece on David Hockney, I recognised his work before I recognised him. Through the CNN interview it was nice to get to know the man behind the paintings. And when I heard him pour out the quote above I felt, Yes! I get that. I have always maintained that I love the form and reality that photography captures but I also really love the depth that painting can add to a story. And that’s it! He nailed it! That is what his work is all about. He captures the seemingly natural world and takes it to another level through either colour or composition. And oh how I do love the way he uses colour.
I hope you find his work as refreshing as I do (my personal favourites are his works from the 60s) and please take the time to view his interview, it will add depth to your everyday perspective.
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The Arrival of Spring, Woldgate, East Yorkshire, 2011

May your day be colourful.