At the start of the year, I thought about my wardrobe and style a whole lot and stayed guided by the book that I received for Christmas last year (The Curated Closet by Anuschka Rees). It really broadened my perspective as I was getting bored with my wardrobe and desperately wanted to change things up. It was also a journey I wanted to take. While I’ve kinda decided on a style, (injecting more pastel/single coloured garments into my closet), it is evolving and I’m excited to see what that brings.
Sometime ago, someone in my local sewing community held a Rinata thread spool spree. It was a bargain I couldn’t pass. And that was the backstory of how I added approximately 100 thread spools to my already bursting collection of thread. Now, I basically have them in all colours and shades. Talk about bringing this sewing hobby to a whole new level!
The first time I had leek and potato soup was in France many years back. Ever since, I’ve taken a liking to leek soup but have never quite found a place that sells a really good one. They are either too creamy or cheesy for my liking. So I’ve decided to scour the internet for recipes to make my very own.
Has it already been 3 years?! It felt like just yesterday when we celebrated Junior’s 1st birthday. Looking back at all of 3 years, we have certainly come a long long way. Not just for Junior but us as parents. And if I can be absolutely thick skin about it, I deserve a pat on the back as well.
To be absolutely honest, I have always thought that museums are for older kids. How can toddlers appreciate art or arty exhibits? Even though there are no shortage of research that indicates the benefits of museum visits for toddlers, I was sceptical.
So when I heard of the Children Biennale at the National Gallery Singapore and seeing the buzz it created on social media, it did cross my mind that it was merely an Instagram-able place and never really thought much about bringing Junior there. The long story short of what prompted me to go was because of work. Lo and behold, all three of us actually enjoyed ourselves.
Handmade garments and delicate intimates should be given more care during the laundry process. Unfortunately, I learnt it the hard way after destroying the hems and seams of my handmade dress (the thread were all coming loose – horror!) and the hard-wire on my lingerie. That is extremely sad especially after all the effort that went into a handmade piece. So I’ve decided to be more conscious in caring for my handmade garments.
And here are 4 of my tips.
I don’t know what took me so long to put together Junior’s birth story. Perhaps a part of me wanted to keep this story private and within just the 3 of us. Now that we are fast approaching Junior’s 3rd birthday, I have this fear that I might forget the details of what happened on that day as years passes by. Before that happens, I want to document down that magical day and share it with Junior in the future.
I remembered going to plenty of indoor playgrounds with my cousins as a kid. Being one of the oldest among my cousins, I am often seen protecting them from other rowdy kids and teaching them all kinds of mischief. What fond memories I have of these adventures.
This post has been a long time coming but I just didn’t have the time to write the post. I got reminded again by my 2 year’s old this morning during our morning commute when he told us that he wanted to go to Korea again. He wanted to eat a double cheeseburger and fries and go to Pororo Park in Korea. I’m constantly amused by the snippets of things he remembers about each trip.
Inspired by Allie, I’ve also decided that I should give my self-drafted makes more love by giving them more presence through naming them. I’m guilty of downplaying self-drafted patterns, by no means are they easier to make than commercial patterns. In-fact they require even more effort!