Stokperdjies – Hobbies : Uitdaging 38


vorm n groot deel van my lewe.

Ek het vele projekte al voltooi.

-enige-iets wat met handvaardigheid te doen het is vir my soos n stokperdjie.

Honde- en melkbokteler was van my eerste stokperdjies.

My Alaskan Malamute wat ek geskou het!


Trompie wat ek nou net as troetel het maar hy laat my daagliks loop,

wat my stokperdjie is.

Dieregedrag, veral honde, is my stokperdjie


Wat lees mens in die houding?


Dan kom fotografie waarvan ek ook  baie hou.



 n Wye verskeidenheid van handvaardighede!


My eerste hand gekwilte kwilt.

Daarna honderde kwilte vir kunsmarkte.

Trompie eerste 003


Serpe gebrei vir kunsmark

vele truie het ook uit my hand gekom


“scrap booking”





Het nie baie daarvan gehou nie.

Dis te harde werk

Enige vlyt met papier

Moes vir die samestelling verskillende papier tegnieke gebruik om die voorstelling te maak


Dit in n neutedop is stokperdjies wat ek beoefen.

Seelversamel , patrone vir brei, hekel en enige interessante artikels in plakboeke,


Nee wat, hoe meer ek dink hoe meer kry ek.

Dis noudat ek afgetree het alles stokperdjies.

Vir verdere inligting hop oor na

Writing 101, Day eleven: My home when I was 12

Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding schoolor foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.


June 19, 2014


My home, to me as a twelve year old girl, was a house in a rural area called Erasmia in South Africa. I lived there for 5 years with my parents and two sisters.

There were not many houses at that time. Today it is a town on its own and also a suburb of Pretoria(today called Tswane).

This house, in Peter Street, had three bedrooms, a kitchen- big enough to house a dining table, a lounge, bathroom and toilet.

I shared a bedroom with my younger sister . We each had a bed that was folded  up against the wall during the day. On top was a shelve from which hang a curtain to cover it up. When using the beds at night, we had to make sure that the two front legs were wide open.  It happened at times that, while turning around in my sleep, the legs would collapse. It was quite a shock when you suddenly fall out of bed! I can still remember it clearly!

The kitchen was the best place to be. Most of our daily activities took place there. We had a black Esse wood stove. My mother baked delicious dishes in it. Wintertime it was warm and cosy in the kitchen. My parents usually closed the inner door to keep it lovely and warm. We would sit around the table and listen to the radio. First the news at 7pm and the bible reading at quarter past(boeke vat) . The best was the evening story 7:30 pm – “Die geheim van Nantes” and/or “Die de Plooys van Soetmelksvlei.”

I can’t remember much more of the house. It had three round windows in the front. This was kind of unusual for those days. There was a small “stoep”(veranda) at the side. A double door let you through to the lounge.

The garden was quite big. It went up a hill or “koppie”. At the top were big boulders and some tall trees. We loved to play there. It felt like in the jungle. All covered between the branches. Nobody could see us when we were up there. We usually played Tarzan and the apes. We climbed these trees like real monkeys.

At the bottom of this hill there was a chicken run. We always had hens and fresh laid eggs. There were also turkeys – they were for Christmas time!

This is all I can Remember at the moment. 

The “Koppie” and front of the house with its round windows.


More photos of  my home at 12


What a day! Tired but happy!

Today May 14, 2013 was a very exhausting day. I had to judge card making and scrap-book pages for the Women’s Institute .

My friend, who is a scrap-book consultant and tutor asked me to help her judge some of the entries. As far as I knew I only was supposed to judge the cards. Arriving at the venue I was in for a surprise. My friend had arranged (without telling me) that I would also judge the single scrap-book pages. After a bit of an argument with her I did the judging the best I could do.

There were 42 single pages. Each one had its own good points and some also were not really up to standard.


Table full of scrap-book pages to be judged.

Here is a photo of the best card.


The runner-up was also beautiful


There were only 10 cards , all were of a high standard.

Some interesting sights from the window on the 12th floor were we did the judging.

Wellington, New Zealand


My friend and the organizer  discussing the judged pages!

Mon Repos: Scrap book week in South Africa 2008

I decided I am going to put my scrap-book adventures on my blog. I had it at the back of my mind for some time now.

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Well, I wanted to start with the last week I had, with my scrap-book friends, at Mon Repos, a nature resort between Nylstroom(Modimole) and Warmbaths(Bele Bela) in 2008.

I started looking for my photos to use on my blog but ….

I don’t have them anymore! It seems that I have lost them. I looked through all my files of photos and none are to be found.

I did some pages using lots of photos. I am going to use my pages to show what I have done with them and also to show what a wonderful place it was to do my last scrap-book session.

The first is an album we made while we were there. Karen our organizer always had some extra tips and classes up her sleeves.

We had to make some rusty letters and small objects for the album

The front page shows the letters.


Opening the album on the first page

The front entrance to the resort


Footprints were not only from a vehicle

but also a leguane’s prints


Some beautiful Callas lilies

swimming pool and rooms where we slept


Old stuff hiding in the grass


Water fountain

flowers and butterflies


Old bicycle

From left to right.

Karen (organizer), Adrie(best friend) + me


Night time and a “braai”

Our bedroom


Kitchen and dining room.


Some more brochures


Back of the album.

Map and how to get there.


I enjoyed the week very much!

I completed a heap of pages during that week.

Cee’s fun Photo Challenge: Lines

Cee at  says

This week your challenge is to show off a few photographs of lines:  Horizontal, Vertical, Diagonal, etc.

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  3. Please keep your photos to only three or less per week.
  4. ENJOY and have FUN.

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Lines on and along the road and power lines in the sky.


Building windows horizontal and vertical lines.


Lines on the roof. Gate lines


I used lines to complete my scrap book page.

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Music in pictures contest: Beautiful in white

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“Beautiful In White”

Not sure if you know this
But when we first met
I got so nervous
I couldn’t speak
In that very moment I found the one and
My life had found it’s missing piece
So as long as I live I love you
will heaven hold you
You look so beautiful in white
And from now to my very last breath
This day I’ll cherish
You look so beautiful in white
What we have is timeless
My love is endless
And with this scream I say to the world
You’re my every reason
You’re all that I believe in
with all my heart I mean every word
So as long as I live I love you
will heaven hold you
You look so beautiful in white
And from now to my very last breath
This day I’ll cherish
You look so beautiful in white
Oooooh oh
Na na na na na
SO beautiful in white
And if our daughter’s what our future holds
I hope she has you’re eyes
finds love like you and I did
Yeah, I wish she falls in love
and I will let her go
I’ll walk her down the aisle
She’ll look so beautiful in white…..
You look so beautiful
In white
So as long as I live I love you
will heaven hold you
You look so beautiful in white
And from now to my very last breath
This day I’ll cherish
You look so beautiful in white
“You look so beautiful in white tonight”
Beautiful in white


October photo a day challenge: 19 LETTERS

19. Letters: Take a photo of letters. They might make up a poster, or something bigger. Or even be mail?

Letters can form a word and tell a story.

My son mixing concrete.

The word Celebrating has many letters in it.

I separated the two pages to show the way I did the page.

Under the C are more photos in a collage

October photo of the day: 18 Made you smile today.

Photo a day

I am behind schedule!

18. Made you smile today: What made you smile today? Find it. Shoot it. Share it.

A scrap-book page that makes me smile when I see it.

Luigi having a snooze on my pillow!


It’s write easy

  1. I cried and cried
  2. I had just one chance
  3. Grandmother/grandfather once/often told me
  4. Things I regret
  5. I remember with fondness….

October 12,2012

Use one as starting point

I took I remember with fondness…

I remember with fondness…

the last days while my mother was still alive. She was such a soft, good hearted person.

The last few months my mother lived in a home for the elderly. She really enjoyed being with a group of people her own age. I had the opportunity to visit her every afternoon after school.  I was still teaching in Potgietersrus while looking after my sister’s place in Naboomspruit. This was in 2006.My mother was in the home for the elderly in Naboom. Each afternoon she would  sit outside, waiting for my visit. We would go for a stroll down to the gate and back, while chatting about all the things that happened that day. She could not remember much because she had Alzheimer’s disease. After the stroll we would go to her room where her bed was . I would cut her fruit of the day so she could eat it. She loved it if I cut her orange in eight slices/wedges. She would then suck out the juice and eat the orange from the peel. ( Just  the same way she always did  to us while still young.) Then I would see to it that she eats her small cup of yogurt. While eating we would go on chatting about small events that happened in the past.

Then the worst thing happened. She got big ulcers from all the sitting. She never moaned about anything. She had to go to hospital and they operated twice to try and clean up the big mess.. I knew it was hurting  her so much but she still did not complain. She tried to do everything the doctors and therapist asked her to do. She would always ask if she was doing the right thing. She always wanted to please everybody! During the last few days while she still recognized us I could just think of her as a strong woman with so much pain she was hiding and I really felt so much love and fondness for her.

Late one evening the hospital called to say that we should come because it wasn’t going well ,they feared the worst.. I went that night at about 11pm( I had to drive from Naboom to Pretoria, about 200km). I sat with her that night and suddenly her mind was clear.  She asked me when my father would come. She wanted to see him(he had passed away in 1993 ). She also asked where my older sister was(my sister was still working in England at that time) Those were the last words she had spoken to me. After that night she just deteriorated , she still lived for about 2 more weeks before passing away.

I will always remember these last days with my mother in fondness.


The following double page has the last photos of my mother on it.

Luckily I have her with all three sisters!

We did not do a quick writing session because we are changing the way of doing the writing.