How To Maximize Your Wardrobe Whilst Buying Less: Featuring the Mimiri Oversized Print Coat

I am a serious repeat offender when it comes to clothes. I learned very early on from my mother; the art of mixing, matching and shopping in my closet first, before going out to purchase something new. Whenever there is an event, my first instinct is to shop. Because naturally there is never anything to wear.


I don’t know if you, like me, have made those last minute purchases and ended up wearing the outfit never again. That is because you settled or ran out of time. When we shop without an event in mind. We are often more relaxed and are able to make a sound decision. With fast fashion, you find yourself with a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear.

Midsummer Glow

Originally published in my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 27 June 2016.

Midsummer has been known to rain and or to be cloudy. Well, depending on which part of the country one is. This past weekend, has been no exception with the latter​. My blogging life depends entirely on the weather. I decided to take a nap earlier because I had given up on the possibility of daylight. I kept looking out the window, even though there was a heavy cloud. Every time I'm faced with a great decision or a challenge, I say a little prayer and take a nap. That can end up being a few hours or the standard nap time. It all depends on the magnitude of the solution. It's like waking up to a new day with a fresh mind. It's an incredibly powerful tool.

La Joie De Vivre (The Joy of Living)

Originally published on my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 14 June 2016.

The image of Otis chewing gum while fixing his wire and rubber toy car,is forever ingrained in my mind...his rich dark skin and how he tilted his head to the side when he was concentrating. The only other person I have seen chewing gum like that, is Brad Pitt in Oceans 11. I don’t remember him speaking much, but I was so mesmerised in  his presence, that there was no need for words. He made toy cars for most of the boys and he enjoyed the attention they gave him when there was a loose wire . Those were the moments I stole to sit next to him and watch him chew gum, while he repaired the toy cars. There is something about watching people do what they love or know.  He most likely never even knew how so smitten I was.  He was to me the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. As a family, we spoke about him and his family often. At the age of 9, I could speak freely about a boy without raising any suspicion.

My Heritage

Originally published in my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 11 September 2015.

I have a dream, to travel the world photographing all these beautiful people who have maintained their way of being and expression. Today, I'm honouring my heritage with these words and deed. With words, I say thank you, and in deed I dedicate this outfit to the Maasai people.

Maasai Mode

Originally published in my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 22 September 2015.

I have been on a Maasai type of mood for as long as I can remember. A friend on a recent trip to Nairobi, was kind enough to bring me three blankets. This awakened the Maasai that might be in me. I have admired their determination to uphold tradition, despite opposition and modernisation. I wanted to honour this tradition, by making something I might be able to use for a long time, instead of just using the blankets  for picnics. I do hope this is an appropriate way to do so.  

Flower Power

Originally published on my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 28 May 2017.

I was so fascinated by my mother's dresses when I was young. I remember gazing at the prints for hours, marvelling at how they managed to put them on a piece of clothing.  Beautiful clothes when I was young, had flowers/print. Wearing bold plain colours, was left for men and even back then, wearing a flowered shirt for a man was not out of the ordinary. When my friends and I would talk of a new dress our parents may have purchased, the  description would consist mainly of flowers and pink. And for those who understand Kikuyu, we referred to them as nguo ya mahua. The mention of flowers automatically meant beautiful.