Oh, Corona…

I know, I know. You must be so very sick of hearing about the damn Corona Virus strain, Covid-19, by now.

Did you know that coronaviruses have been around for decades? Approximately 30% of common colds are caused by a strain of coronavirus. It is not new – SARS was also a separate strain. This strain is Covid-19, and, so far, it’s turning out to be a little bit more severe than people originally thought.

As I’m sure you’ve realised, we’re still stuck in the U.K. With CV19 causing countries, including South Africa, to close their borders, we’re fully expecting to still be here until at least May. Part of the worry about schooling has been taken away, as there are no longer schools in operation anywhere we want to be, but that now leaves us wondering how, exactly, to keep two kids entertained for the next few weeks without museums or soft play centres!

Thankfully, we’ve become almost dab hands at the homeschooling game. I’ll write a whole different post on our favourite activities for children. We’ve found quite a few things we enjoy doing. This post is just about one.

We have fallen in love with country walks. I know, that sounds weird – we’ve always been big walkers. Our dogs get walked daily, when we’re home, and I take them on at least one big trek per week.

Since we’ve been here, however, Stevie has decided her favourite place is out in nature. This is fantastic for all of us – well, apart from Elia, who is decidedly more of an indoor type of person. And we are incredibly lucky: short of being home, my in-laws’ house is definitely the best place to be quarantined. We are surrounded by vast acres of Yorkshire countryside and national park glory. I’m sure it’ll get stifling, eventually, but for now we’re fully enjoying our surroundings. Stay safe, everyone!

Late Pregnancy and a Black Tie Do (or two)

I love a good wedding. I love a bad wedding, too, but then I don’t really believe there are bad weddings. But weddings are great.

Not so great (read: nerve-wracking) is dressing for a wedding at 6.5 months pregnant. And then again, and 8 months pregnant (my sister gave me a get-out-of-jail-free card with hers, with an infinity bridesmaid dress – more on that later).

What does one wear to a black tie do when you’ve got a giant, bowling ball of a bump protruding from your midriff?

Well, here were my thought processes, and eventual outfits.

First of all – consider the weather. Both weddings were well above the 28 degree range, so definitely height of summer. No clingy, jersey fabrics for the bump this time – flattering as they are, I’d rather not Invite sweat to drop down my forehead more than it already has to. Also, sweaty bump equals itchy bump. Not nice. And riding-up-the-sweaty-legs never did anybody any favours.

So it needed to be floaty. That cancelled out half of my pregnancy wardrobe, so that was easy. My next problem was my legs.

I work hard on my legs. When I’m not pregnant, these little old legs of mine are a mark of pride. I run for miles, squat and lunge and box jump for days on end, just to keep these little leggies of mine toned and cellulite free. Pregnant me still squats, even now at 36 weeks, but, hello, water rentention, welcome, cellulite. I don’t feel at all comfortable showing off my legs when I know there’ll be a camera and plenty of leggy ladies around. So the dress needed to be long.

I didn’t want to buy a maternity dress that I’d never wear again, so I found myself at the Stuttafords closing down sale (RIP, Stuttafords, you will be very sorely missed by me) and staring at a brightly patterned, slightly-too-big, Banana Republic tent dress. Perfect – the pattern would flatter the belly nicely, it was nice and floaty, and – bonus – I will be able to wear it cinched in with a nice belt, once the bump has turned into a baby. Result!The biggest bonus of this dress turned out to be the weather – it was unseasonably hot in Michigan for the time of year, and my tent dress saved me from heatstroke. I felt pretty, cool(ish) and comfortable. We danced the night away until 9pm ish, when Stevie fell asleep on the dance floor in my arms, to the sounds of Jay Z. What a wedding.The second wedding was my sister’s, where I was a bridesmaid. I was picked to be said bridesmaid way before I fell pregnant again. There was a brief worry that my sister would disown me – just joking. Thankfully, she chose custom made infinity dresses. Saviour! A gazillion different ways to tie the straps, empire line before my ribs stretched, and, again, cool and floaty and comfortable. The best thing about infinity dresses is that you don’t have to be the bridesmaid to wear one. One of my best friends wore a beautiful purple one to my wedding years ago. If you’re ever pregnant and concerned, and can’t find a Banana Republic tent dress, go for the infinity dress. You will wear it again! Just make sure to take nipple pasties (thanks to my other sister and sister in law) and no-show knickers. If you’re that way inclined, pregnancy spanks will work, too.There are countless ways on Pinterest on how to tie an infinity dress, but we just went for it on the day. And, trust me, I was super comfortable. If you’re the type of pregnant lady who feels confident in everything when carrying a baby, or who doesn’t get cellulite-y legs, then you can probably ignore my advice and go for what you fancy. But this worked for me. Comfort is always key. Good luck!Unfortunately for us here in South Africa, now that Stuttafords has permanently closed, there seems to be nowhere else to buy Banana Republic other than their website Banana Republic. Hopefully this will change, soon.

Your Pregnancy Magazine

As a blog reader will already know, I recently shot Your Pregnancy magazine with the lovely Aubrey Jonsson. The pics have now been published! I am so happy to have more memories to show my children.

Look how small the bump is! Your Pregnancy magazine is currently on shelves in South African shops.

Jump Gravity

Recently, although not as recently as I thought, a new ‘trampoline park’ opened in Bedfordview.

Since Stevie was about 13 months old, every week we’ve taken a trip to Rush trampoline park in Greenstone Mall. She loves it, Pete might love it even more, and it’s great exercise for all three of us. They have toddler hour most days, where all three of us (before I started to ‘show’) could jump for less than r300. However, in the storms in October, parts of the roof of the mall collapsed on top of the trampoline park, this rendering in unusable – and no word has been released as to when we can return.

So the advertising of the newer park, at Bedford Centre, couldn’t have been timelier. We chose to pop along, after making a quick phone call, at 10am on a Tuesday morning – when Stevie doesn’t have school.

We found the place deserted. When I asked the lady behind the counter how busy it’s been since opening, she assured me that from Thursday to Sunday it’s heaving. So I suppose we were just lucky to have the place to ourselves. We were monitored by a first-aid trained supervisor, and Stevie and Pete (of course) went off to explore.

Gravity is laid out completely differently to Rush. Where Rush is a giant floor of connecting trampolines, with a separate room for basketball and balancing, Gravity’s trampolines are laid out in very specific sections: the basketball hoops are all in their own netted enclosures, the toddler area is very clearly defined and the foam activity section is along one side away from the ‘bouncy’ parts. Whilst this worked perfectly for us, while it was quiet, I wonder how well it would flow during peak periods.

My two monsters (yep, I’m including Pete in that description) enjoyed the athletic trampoline the most – basically two competition-bouncy trampolines surrounded by high, padded walls you can jump on to. If there had been more people, Pete would’ve particularly enjoyed the dodgeball section. However, unlike Rush and other trampoline parks, the rules are very clearly laid out – dodgeball must be played properly, queues must be adhered to.

We paid r240 for Pete and Stevie to bounce for one hour. The price list says children 4-7 are r110, but on querying this I was informed that “nobody assumed kids under 4 would come and bounce, so that will be rectified.” The lady in question also mentioned that they may be taking the price down further for toddlers. This does make it more expensive than Rush to bounce, but there is definitely more to do, and a designated toddler area for under-6s.

There is also a zip line and a climbing wall available at an extra charge, which we didn’t try out yesterday but will in the future.

Jump Gravity is now open at Bedford Centre, Bedfordview. For bookings call +27 61 522 3240 or email booking@jumpgravity.co.za

Their Instagram handle is @jumpgravity

Pregnancy photo shoots

It’s weird being pregnant and being a model. My entire life is made up of photo shoot after photo shoot, contorting my body in ways to make myself look even more lithe and long than I already am, in order to make a more appealling picture.

But being pregnant and modelling is completely different. Firstly, there aren’t as many pregnancy shoots as everyone thinks. Sure, I modeled up until 16 weeks, but then once I started showing I had to stop for a while. I’ve done two shoots for Your Pregnancy magazine, which were great, but this time, unlike with Stevie, I decided to try something different. I actually did a real pregnancy shoot with my friend Tahlecia.

Last time I shot with Tahlecia, it was a hair job and I was about 9 weeks pregnant. So normal business. This time was different and strange, but so lovely. This time it was just Tahlecia and I, so she did my hair and make up and just the two of us got me set up in her amazing home studio.

We’d already shared inspiration pictures, so we knew exactly what look we were going for – think of all the Victoria’s Secret models when they do pregnancy shoots: sleek, natural and just nice. No excessive make up and hair, or overdone outfits. Just me, the bump, a pair of baggy Acne jeans and my favourite, white H&M shirt.

Mega pregnancy inspiration right there – thanks, Behati!

I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves, but they took us about 45 mins to shoot and I’m so happy I did them. I’m not one of those people who loves being pregnant, but neither am I the girl who hates it. I’m kind of indifferent, but I do feel as though I’ll have some very valuable memories to last me from this pregnancy.

Holiday Ponderings… AKA Thoughts by the Pool

Stevie is fast asleep. She was in the pool from about 8.30am until about 45 minutes ago. I knew Pisces children were ‘fish,’ but I honestly didn’t take it that seriously. I’ve learnt my lesson – and I’m VERY glad we have a pool fence at home. Otherwise my pregnant self would be having a heart attack every half an hour.

Holiday may seem like a strange time to write a blog post on the state of your pregnant body, but when I’m the only one in and I’m alone by the pool in a bikini with my ridiculously hot sister-in-law as my company, it’s natural I start thinking about it.

My job has made me possibly more conscious of my body than usual, and this time, second pregnancy, it’s interesting to note how different things can be.

We all know no two babies and pregnancies are the same. I’ve said before that I put on more than 20kg with Stevie – but that 20kg number was after she was born. Tall people can possibly carry more, but even so, for someone with a low BMI (if you believe in that sort of thing) the recommended maximum amount of weight is 18kg.

Pregnant with Stevie at 28 weeks – I’d been eating all the food for a while here. You just can’t see my enormous behind!

This time, I’ve been determined to do things differently – and I can already feel (and, thankfully, see) the difference. I can still fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans – if only actually closing them wasn’t such a big deal for me! I can take a photo and not worry about looking like a different person – which was the biggest deal in my last pregnancy, for me. I didn’t look (or feel) like myself.

I’ve been working out (gently) throughout. Now we’re on holiday, I’m in the pool with my little fish every single moment. I have a tan, which obviously helps. But the main thing is – I’m eating exactly the same as I did before I got pregnant!

Generally speaking, a pregnant woman does not need any more calories in the first trimester than usual, and she only needs an additional 340 calories a day in the second trimester (where I am now). That’s the equivalent of a large smoothie, or half a bar of chocolate – not a lot, when you think about it. In the third trimester, that goes up to 450 calories per day, which equates to a large snack or an extra small meal. So much for the ‘eating for two’ I did in my first pregnancy!

In other news, my bump is enormous and I’ve got terrible reflux. I’m fairly sure the two are connected (reflux occurs when baby pushes all the organs up towards the diaphragm). Is my bump bigger because I’ve put less weight on this time? Possibly – but every pregnancy is, after all, different. Maybe this baby is bigger? Who knows – we’ll find out when he/she arrives!

What do you think I’m having? Has anyone had suck hugely different pregnancies before? Let me know – I love feedback!

The Traveller

So, remember that time I had to leave my two-year-old with my 83-year-old Nan? And they had such a bloody ball without me? Well here’s what I was working on…

This Harley was AMAZING – for an avid SoA fan, I was in my element!

Shot for Elle Croatia by the wonderful Elizabeth Gibson

Styled by Maureen Vivian

Hair by Alex Price at Frank

Makeup by Jaime Thomas

We shot on location in North London. I travelled with Virgin Trains

For my IMG portfolio click here

For my Boss South Africa portfolio click here

Little Bit of News…

So here goes – we're having another baby!! I'm currently 20 weeks pregnant with what Stevie calls her 'babby.' It took a few weeks to sink in, but now we, as a family, can't wait.

Pete and I had always spoken about having a big family. I've always liked the idea of having 3 children, and Pete's always wanted 4 (I know, I told him we'll chat after 3). When Stevie hit 2, all of a sudden something struck me – she's not a baby anymore! She'll forever be MY baby, but I missed having this tiny little grub in my arms… oh, and this definitely could have something to do with her breastfeeding less: I miss having someone constantly attached to my boobies, and knowing they're providing fuel!

So we decided it was time. I removed my coil/loop at the end of March and *BOOM* that was that. Maybe it was a good job we had it in the first place…

So Baby Bolton number 2 will be joining us at some point between Xmas and New Year. It seems like such a long way away now, but these last 20 weeks have flown by so quickly. Being pregnant but also having a crazy toddler means you don't actually get time to sit down and think.

I've kept working out throughout – and eating healthily. I'll be posting on this blog a lot more often about health and fitness during pregnancy, so please feel free to share with any pregnant or new mum friends you might have. Pregnancy, like misery, loves company!

Here's to the next 20 weeks ❤️

The Beauty of Running

For the last 3 days, I’ve run over 4km per day and done squats and lunges. I’d forgotten how good it feels to just run!

I wish I looked like this post-workout 


Sometimes I can get so bogged down with which workout is best for which body part, or obsessed over whether I’ve burnt enough calories for how I want to look, that the pleasure of exercise simply for the joy of it, and the amazing feeling of raising your heartbeat even just for 30mins, is lost to me. So this is it – my 3 cheers for running!


The simplest and most fun (think wind whipping your sweat-drenched face whilst The Black Parade burns your eardrums) workout turns out to be the best, after all. Running, why did I ever forsake thee?

I run with Beats by Dre Powerbeats Wireless, so the wire never gets caught.

What to do About Winter…

I have discovered, in my mothering years, that I am not made for cold weather. In fact, unless said weather involves skis and snow, I’d go so far as to say I HATE it.

When I was younger, I’d prefer shooting in the cold (my reasoning being, it’s easier to warm up than to cool down). I preferred to exercise in the cold – anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I sweat. A lot. But all of that has changed.

This pic makes the cold look glam and period-drama cosy… I was FREEZING
I wonder if part of the problem was moving to a country where, 9 months of the year, its 25+ degrees, and therefore winter feels like an assault to the senses. Or maybe it’s because, in winter, I just struggle to move properly. I go to the gym and start in 3 layers, trying to warm myself up around my clicking knees and hip-flexors (thanks for that, pregnancy).

There is also the fact that, in winter, my free-spirited water child cannot play outside every day until her heart’s content, because MUMMY gets cold.


But do you know the worst thing about being cold, for me? It’s my complete lack of motivation to do anything. If I had my way, I’d sit in a hot bath all day, pigging out on pizza and growing a winter blubber layer. Boxing and Pilates don’t seem so attractive when it’s cold outside and your layers hinder your movements. And don’t even get me started on how little I want to run, right now (clicky ankles, anyone?).

I just need to keep a small, useful message in mind…
Dammit. I suppose I should put away the pizza, get my arse in gear and project fit-and-healthy (mind over matter, right?) until September…