7 Aug 13
Yoohoo! A quick word about new items in my shop. G~A~R~L~A~N~D~S!!! Okay, literally spelling it out for you there 😀
Each garland is made out of yarn, strung on twine I hand-dyed. I personally love the foody & fruity ones! While the regular round pom poms aren’t as unique, it was important to me that the colours I used were something different from what’s being offered out there. I hope you like them as much as I do!
Mixed Patterns Black & White Pom Pom Garland
Blue Magenta Purple Pom Pom Garland | Multi Coloured Pom Pom Garland – Blues Pink Orange Yellow
Dinosaur Easter Egg Pom Pom Garland
Watermelon Pom Pom Garland (sold!) | Pineapple Pom Pom Garland
Onigiri Pom Pom Garland (sold!)
Pink Red Orange Green Pom Pom Garland | Strawberry Pom Pom Garland
Local readers, enjoy your long weekend!
| Tags: greenlaundry etsy, handmade, pom pom garlands
6 Aug 13
Hi! Wanted to say I’m happy some of you enjoyed the post about Fatboy. In turn, also sharing bits of your own tales of fur-family. Thank you! I love hearing personal stories. Wished we all could get a conversation going!
Here’s one of us together. Chilling before bed time.
| Tags: fatboy, iPhone 5, vscocam
2 Aug 13
Mmm, cafes. Can’t ignore the growing cafe culture here. There’s always a new place to check out, no matter how many I’ve checked off my list. #firstworldproblems. You can’t like them all, some cafes just aren’t for you. Like the vibe’s just not right. These two cafes are my favourites right now. I’ve returned to have coffee and food at both places, which on my terms is a big deal because apparently I’m always saying, “Hmmm, how about we try this new place? -insert suggestion-“.
Also I never want to leave when I’m there. First cafe up is D.O.C..
Department of Caffeine (D.O.C.)
What’s great? Good vibes aside, the food holds its own, alongside their coffee. I know zilch about coffee beans, but I know I like the ones they use here. Their lattes are great! I liked their pulled-pork sandwich. The cakes were good and homey too. Really nice space, friendly people. It also looks like they run a real kitchen, which would explain why the food’s good. My instincts go crazy when I see a toaster or oven that belongs in a home and not a food establishment. It always adds up, gotta have the right equipment for the right job!
The next cafe, I’m happy to say, is in the West. Two exits away from me on the PIE! Happy clam is me.
Necessary Provisions
What’s great? It is GORGEOUS from the outside and super chill inside. Opened by the same guys who operates Smitten Coffee, Necessary Provisions is like their cooler big brother from another mother or something. They make me want to paint my walls black. Their baked goods are delicious. If anything is a problem, it’s that you will be spoilt for choice. And end up overeating. Their lattes are not my go-to order, I love their milk & iced espresso cubes drink much more. I made a video of how to drink it if you’re curious! They open till late on weekdays and even later on weekends, 10pm and 12am respectively. Another reason why this place is cool, since most cafes shut by evening. I have to drop by for dinner next!
Till the next TOOTHSOME!
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| Tags: 50mm/F1.8, nikon FM10
27 Jul 13
The truth is, I never thought I was a cat person. We had dogs growing up, I hardly ever played with a stray cat and no relatives or friends of my parents had cats. As far as I remembered, cats belonged on the street and no one had them as pets. I lived under this impression till I was 17, the year I enrolled in design school and met a whole different world of people. At 18, my family’s pet dog, Westie, passed away. Some time later, one of my friend’s cat gave birth to a litter and I jokingly said I wanted to adopt one. Fast forward three weeks and she told me I could drop by her place to choose a kitten. I was both horrified and nervous because 1. I really was joking and 2. my mom would kill me if I brought a kitten home. I called my mom in between classes and she firmly said “No.”. My mom can be pretty monosyllabic over the phone. And not a big animal lover. If I make her out to sound like a cold person, she’s not! She shows her affection in different ways.
So it must have been because I was 18 and ‘rebellious’, or so I choose to recall, I went ahead anyway. I went to choose a kitten! There were 6 or 7 kittens altogether, some sleeping together, others roaming around the legs of chairs. Fatboy wasn’t my first pick. Surprise, surprise! My heart fluttered for one of the sleepy kittens, it had a full white coat of fur. It looked so pretty and pure. But my friend who accompanied me pointed out this kitten that was walking around and had a white mark on its forehead. It looked like a curious kid wanting to venture away from the pack. I can’t say for sure how I decided to take this curious creature home. Either I didn’t want to wake the sleeping kitten or I subconsciously knew a ‘pretty and pure’ animal wasn’t for me.
4 weeks old, prancing around in my bedroom
I’ve always joked among my friends that ‘I was a teenage mom when I had Fatboy’. I bought his food and paid for his visits to the vet. We slept together every single night. I take a gajillion photos of him. And while he was a kitten and drinking milk, I had to rush home from school everyday to a screaming kitten begging for milk! Sure sounds like I didn’t have the support of my folks but they by and large leave me alone unless I ask for help. My pop has gone as far as calling me ‘Hermit’ at one point.
I clearly remember the day I could afford cat food better than Whiskas after I started working. What a milestone that was. The growing years were hectic. Learning more and more about living with a cat each day – pre-Google days. The first time Fatboy hissed at me, my heart broke into a million pieces!
5 weeks old, learning to climb the stairs
8 weeks old, introducing solids to his diet
10 weeks old
3 months old
Turned one!
Two years old
Three and always hanging outside. Every night, he would wait under a lamp post for me to return home from work
Five years old and one of the turning points when he became my rock to lean on when life got complicated sometimes
Six years old and the two of us had moved four times by then
Seven years old with Ada in this picture
Eight years old and being my little buddy boy. He still has his curious nature about him till this very day. Always checking out every corner, any new thing in the house, or new person dropping in, doing his rounds which earned him the nickname “security guard”.
Between Ben and I, I always say Fatboy is my #1 and Ben has to be #1.5. I don’t know how that sounds to you but it’s how I feel. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’m so thankful to be able to spend most of my days with him at home. Because he really does the funniest things sometimes and I don’t want to miss it. And if there’s one thing he has taught me, is to look up. Because this cat is always looking up and making me wonder what’s up there. (Not a lizard if that came to your mind!).
| Tags: happy birthday fatboy
19 Jul 13
Today is Ben’s birthday! And we are escaping to Siem Reap on Sunday, just for a few days. New thing I do when booking accommodation is sussing out ones with a balcony. Like in this photo – this was in Krabi, Thailand. Once again, first timers in Cambodia. Looking forward to seeing the magnificent Angkor Wat and possibly seeing enough temples & ruins to last us a while. We also booked a motorcycle tour that takes us to see their villages and rice fields.
If you’ve been before and have something to share, please do! I haven’t had much time to do my usual OTT research and am resorting to reading material on the plane!! That’s a first. Excited nonetheless, plus, we finally get to bust out our new travel duffel bags!
| Tags: 50mm/F1.8, krabi, nikon FM10, thailand
