Egle Laukyte

Summer is about joy, colour and of course ice cream. 🍦 Recently I bought a pack of ice cream and honestly… it was way too sweet. So I ended up making my own instead. Cottage cheese, cream, raspberries and peanut halva. Simple ingredients, beautiful textures, rich colours. And then the evening light happened. Deep reds, sharp shadows, melting cream, frozen berries catching the last bit of sun. The kind of light that makes my heart beat faster and instantly sends me looking for my camera. This is what I love about food photography. Not making food look “perfect”, but making it feel irresistible, atmospheric and alive. Because good food photography should make you taste it with your eyes first. #foodphotography #icecream #irishfoodie #foodcontentcreator

A bath by candlelight, a cup of tea warming beside you, time gently drifting. At Dripsey, it’s the quiet rituals and unhurried hours that stay with you long after you leave. Book your stay and experience it for yourself. Many thanks to @artisan_chronicles for these lovely images. #DripseyCastleEstate #PrivateRental #ExclusivelyYours

This is one of those real life days 🍑 Really, really lazy… but also unwilling to let good fruit go to waste. #galette The little apricots I bought last week were starting to wrinkle, and I just couldn’t leave them in the bowl for the flies to throw a party. So, galette it is. Always my first choice when fruit needs saving and energy is low. No fuss. No perfection. Just buttery pastry, soft apricots, and the smell of something good happening in the oven. Yes, it would’ve been next level with a scoop of vanilla ice cream… but even without it, this simple dessert did exactly what it needed to do. It slowed me down. It made the kitchen feel cosy. And it put a huge smile on my face 😊 Sometimes that’s more than enough. #galette #apricots #dessert #easydessert

Not every comfort comes in words. Sometimes the best hug is simply a plate of crêpes. Sometimes being a mother doesn’t mean having all the right answers, or always knowing what to do. Sometimes it’s just making crêpes, brushing them with butter and cinnamon. Something that warms the soul. Something that makes everything feel better. Something that makes the tummy stop hurting. So today, I was just a mum. I made a full plate of the tastiest crêpes, and Maya said they taste just like grandma’s. It was awesome, because that’s the best compliment I could ever receive. So yes, today I was simply a mum ♥️

Yes! At last! I’m sharing a sourdough focaccia-making success story 🥖✨ For quite some time I wanted to bake sourdough focaccia and finally enjoy a proper Italian sandwich made at home. Even though it’s not the most complicated bread to make, actually it’s very easy, I had a couple of total fiascos and honestly lost faith in my ability to bake this fluffy, delicious bread. Last year, at a farmers market, I picked up a second-hand book from a lady who was selling the most beautiful loaves (safe to say, I trusted her straight away). She praised the book so much, and when I spotted a focaccia recipe inside, the decision was made. The book is Artisan Sourdough Made Simple by Emilie Raffa @theclevercarrot . It’s beautifully written, clear and encouraging , so even a home baker like me could find the courage to try again. And here I am, giving it another go… and I did it! Crunchy, salty and golden on the outside, soft and bubbly on the inside. The kind of bread that makes you shout “Mamma mia!” when you pull it out of the oven. Should I mention the first tray was gone in three hours? We couldn’t stop eating it slice by slice 😂🙈 Even my husband, who would never choose pizza or a sandwich for lunch, couldn’t resist. Mission completed. And yes… Italian sandwiches for lunch today, pictures to follow 🤩🇮🇹

#TANGLEDTHOUGHTS Today felt like Christmas. 🎄 After two weeks of waiting , a parcel from Switzerland finally arrived, cheese, chocolate, crackers… basically happiness 😊 Jolanta, bless her heart. My oldest friend. We’ve known each other since we were five years old, and she still sends me a little treat on every occasion. Consistency, loyalty, love.❤️ Then there was another gift from my newest friend,Charlotte . Someone I met completely by accident and connected with instantly. The kind of connection where you skip “nice to meet you” and go straight to friend. I still think it’s a miracle that we met! She sent me her own recipe / memoir book. And yes… there’s an egg on the cover 😂 If you know me, you know I have a thing with eggs. I even have a fried egg tattoo on my arm. Perfectly normal to be weird in my world 😜 Today had me thinking about friendships and connections, how people enter and leave our lives exactly when they’re meant to. Being a photographer is such a blessing. I meet the most wonderful humans, and I don’t take that for granted for a second. Grateful doesn’t even begin to cover it 🤍 “You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed” Antoine de Saint-Exupêri So yes, I take friendship seriously, however understanding it might be not forever… #friendship #connect #photostorytelling

#WISETHURSDAY Every January, I name my year. Just a little thing I do to remind myself what’s important to me in this very busy, noisy world. Last year I called it Recovery Year, and that’s what I did. I was recovering from burnout, slowly finding myself again. Huge shoutout to @holistichighperformanceacademy , @melrobbins who led me all along ♥️ This year, I named it Experimental. Why? Because when you experiment, you don’t get too attached to the result. If it works, great. If it doesn’t, well, it was just an experiment, right? Still a win. No big drama. And that’s exactly what I need this year. No perfection. No pressure. Just try things out and see what happens. Because honestly, I’ve always had huge expectations of myself… and I’m kinda done with that. So far, two little experiments are happening: 1. Sober Summer Yep, no wine in the garden, no spritz at parties. I want to see how I manage stress and rest my bones without having a drink to switch my brain off. Never done it before, so let’s see! 2. Social Media Soberness In July, I’ll delete all social apps from my phone, no Instagram, no Facebook, nothing. I want to break this fear that if I’m not online, I won’t get bookings. Because that pressure? It’s exhausting. I just want to rest my head for a bit. So yeah… that’s my Experimental Year so far. Do you name your year too? Got any experiments of your own? Let me know in the comments, I’d love to hear what’s going on with your year 😊 Thanks @kate_nolan_photography for this lovely cover photo 🥰♥️

Working from home… sounds dreamy, right? No commute, pyjama friendly mornings, and full control of your schedule. And yes, there are so many benefits. But sometimes it really sucks.. Sure, I love the freedom, its is one of my core values, and I’ve built my life and business around it. But even freedom needs structure. But wow, self-discipline is a full time job and I must confess, I’m not always great at it.. Yesterday I had a #businessportrait session in the @thisisstudiofive , and honestly, it felt SO good to actually “go to work” ! Getting dressed, packing the gear, leaving the house, making a little “takeaway” lunch (recipe in comments!), it gave me structure and some sort of a confidence. There’s something about physically changing spaces that helps draw a line between work and life. And honestly? That line is a blurry one for many of us who work from home .. I think even Work/life balance feels easier to be achieved… For my fellow freelancers, business owners, and home-office warriors: What’s your biggest joy and your biggest struggle with working from home? Let’s talk a little self-discipline, boundaries, and finding rhythm in the chaos. .. What is THE THING that helps you to stay focused? Ps. Would you like a recipe of my super delicious and healthy lunchbox 😉? #morningreportage #letstalk #selfemployedwomen #enterpreneur #discipline

I’m absolutely wrecked today. Yes, I love my work, but after a week of non-stop shoots and chatting with about 60 (equally amazing) humans… I need a glass of bubbly or two 🙂 This post isn’t about work. This one’s about pride, happiness, and a little reflection. I know I should go to bed, but before I rest my bones, I really want to share something very personal. Why? Because it matters to me. Let’s rewind to 2002. The year I became a mum... I was 23, and my pregnancy definitely wasn’t part of the plan. That was the year I found my courage and made the decision to keep it. Being a mum is hard. Being a mum without much support? Even harder. But this pregnancy was always my biggest blessing. She arrived like a little miracle tiny, beautiful, and full of purpose. She saved me from loneliness and made me feel needed.She stole my heart from the very first moment. I want to be honest though: I tried to be the perfect mum. I really did. No mistakes. All the right decisions. Patient at all times. I don’t think I succeeded. Most of the time, I was tired, often grumpy, and occasionally (okay, frequently) doubting myself. I felt guilty for not always being calm. Or fun. Or supermum with endless energy. I really thought I was failing. If only I’d known then: there’s no such thing as a perfect mum. Motherhood isn’t a neat, Instagrammable thing. It’s messy. Loud. Full of yoghurt spills, tears (theirs and mine), and late-night existential crises. Over time, life nudged me gently toward healing, toward self-discovery. I started to understand myself better, dug into old wounds, and slowly learned to love the woman behind the mum. And looking back now, I realise those so-called “mistakes” were just lessons in disguise.Tiny stepping stones to a deeper bond with my daughter and a softer relationship with myself. Luka has grown into the most beautiful, confident, witty, kind-hearted woman. And honestly? I’m in awe of her. And yes, I’m pretty proud of myself too. We’ve grown up together in so many ways. And with every year, our connection keeps getting stronger. Happy birthday, my darling girl. You’ve been my greatest gift and my greatest teacher ❤️

So much fun as always talking to Egle Laukyte @artisan_chronicles brand & business photography and White Cat Studios, wedding photography. Egle is such a creative, in photography, food, art, ceramics. Egle’s positive, high energy, vibe is infectious and shines through in her photographs, she puts her clients so at ease and makes the experience so fun. Her Youtube channel ‘How do YOU like your eggs?’ has a lovely message around finding our voice and doing what is right for us. You can find her @artisan_chronicles & @white_cat_studio on Instagram or or www.whitecatsudio.ie She is holding a professional headshots session at the stunning Studio 5 in Midleton on Apr 30th, not to be missed!

Today’s a special day… or actually, one of them! Yup, I get to celebrate my birthday not once, but TWICE. 🤪🎂🥳 Don’t be jealous, it’s a long story, and if you know me in real life, you’ve probably heard it (more than once, sorry not sorry!). But for my lovely online people, here’s the tale: 46 years ago, I was born in one of my favorite places on earth, Kaunas, Lithuania. And if you know, you know: “Kaunas yra Kaunas”(don’t ask, just vibe with it). My mom, like most women who’ve just had a baby, remembers exactly when it happened Friday, 23rd of March, 1979. No doubts there. But according to my birth certificate and passport? I was born on Monday, 26th March. (Apparently I needed a long weekend before becoming official.) After many family debates, the most likely explanation? A nurse registered my birth a few days later… and voilà! Two birthdays. Two cakes. Double the love. Double the party.🎈 Some might say that’s chaotic, I say it’s fabulous. Life throws us quirks, and honestly? I think they make it more magical, more authentic, and way more fun. So… Happy Birthday to me ! 🥳🎂 Ps; if you’ll see this post on Wednesday you are not too late! 😊 Thank you @kate_nolan_photography for those awesome images! Love every single one of them! ❤️😘 #DoubleBirthdayVibes #KaunasYraKaunas #MarchBabies #LifeIsWeirdAndWonderful

Life Goals: Poached Eggs Edition 😂 Let me tell you a little story about resilience. For the longest time, poached eggs were my arch-nemesis. I tried everything—swirling the water, adding vinegar, whispering words of encouragement to the eggs (don’t judge). Nothing worked. I had officially resigned myself to only eating poached eggs at brunch, like some exclusive treat I could never master at home. But then, one fateful day, I stumbled across yet another “foolproof” Instagram reel. It was my last-ditch effort. I thought, If this doesn’t work, I’m done. Eggs 1, Me 0. So, with minimal hope and a lot of skepticism, I tried it. And guess what? I nailed it. Perfect, restaurant-level poached eggs, right in my kitchen. It felt incredible. I stood there, spatula in hand, like I’d just conquered Everest. Now, here’s the thing: this wasn’t a big life goal. But it reminded me that goals don’t have to be earth-shattering to be meaningful. Sometimes, it’s about the little things—the tiny victories that make you fist-pump the air in your PJs. So whatever your “poached eggs” moment is—whether it’s running that first mile, learning a new skill, or just folding the laundry the same day you wash it—celebrate it. Step by step, small wins lead to big victories. You’ve got this. And if not? Well, there’s always brunch. #Motivation #SmallWinsBigFeelings #LifeGoals #smallbusinessowner #everythingispossible #poachedeggchampion #howdoyoulikeyoureggs #labne #homefood #foodblogger