Our background story is as much about this stately Cape Dutch beauty built in 1917, as it is about the remarkable lady born in 1929 who adored it from the moment she laid eyes on it.

Two little girls loved this place. My mom was the one, the other was me.



Family legacy

My late mother was a tiny girl when she first stood in the shade of its then young oak, looked up at its elegant white gables, and vowed that someday she would call this house her home.

She made good on her promise when my dad and herself finally made it theirs in the late 50s.

In rather prophetic fashion she dubbed it ‘Laaste Skof’ or Last Shift, and here she raised her three children, hosted family and friends, decorated to her heart’s content, and created many happy memories until her final days in September 2018.



Like mother like daughter

Mom loved living 'beautifully' and she excelled at hanging classic wallpapers, sewing sweeping curtains, and turning old fixer-uppers into show-stopping spaces.

As a young woman she already transformed this lovely old house into a showcase home, and then happily welcomed inquisitive guests, entertaining them with a strong cuppa, a slice of her signature carrot cake, and an extensive tour.

Today it is my pleasure to continue her legacy, albeit with my far more theatrical and colour confident style. What remains unchanged is the divine carrot cake served.

A long history here.