Fifteen Cerdos

This frame I stole from Devon has been sitting around purposelessly for way too long. This day I finally decided to bring some purpose to its life.

1. Paint the frame white. Here I use Sherwin Williams' Quali-kote in Extra White.


2. Let it dry overnight.

3. Cut a piece of chalkboard sticker paper the size of your frame. These ones I got from DeSerres were perfect for my frame.

4. Stick the chalkboard paper on the back and put the frame back together. If your frame does not have a back, use thick bristol board or just cut out the size on a clean pizza box in my case.

Here's my framed blackboard.

One of the reason to start this blog again has to be to store and share beautiful things I see online.
It's so easy to make me happy since so many things are pretty to me.
You see, I'm not very good at making pretty things, so my jaw drops every time I see something nice on Etsy.

Such as the ceramics made by Cynthia Vardhan, recently featured by design*sponge.  

Photo from http://www.etsy.com/listing/48040310/single-peacock-green-bud-vase

I love the detail and the visual and sensual feel of the raised pattern.  Just by looking at it makes me want to run my fingers across the hand decorated pattern.  I think I might have found the perfect gift for Kym and Chris' wedding.  What do you think?

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Also, this is out!  Photostream from the Workroom Photobooth.  Celine is such a great photographer!

I don't use Twitter.  But I do like birds and branches.

through here:
http://www.notcot.org/page/699/

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I'm sorry my darling Linus.  I love you, I promise.
Tonight, however, you are sleeping in the bathroom.
You've been spraying/peeing on the ground a lot recently.
You even sprayed on Yves' yoga mat and my Club Monaco clutch.

We know it's not your fault that you weren't neutered, 
but until we know what to do with the problem,
you are sleeping in the bathroom.

Ingredients that make a good Sunday:

~Nice weather


~One or two of my favorite people or cats


~An outfit that makes me feel pretty and comfortable


~A good cup of coffee


~Usually start with a good brunch


~one of: farmer's market, craft sale, Urban outfitter, vintage shop


~ My cameras


~And it almost always happens on Queen East, Queen West, or Kensington Market.

Thursday, I attended my first art class at Maria's studio.

Maria: What would you like to paint.
Me: I don't know. I haven't painted for a long time and I used to get a D in art class.
Maria: It's ok, perhaps we can start by drawing with charcoal?
Me: (Not sounding convinced at all) Okee.
Maria: here, draw this marble head. Why not the vase and fake flowers as well?
Me: -_-" serious?

2 hours later, I left the studio with this drawing (painted with pastel) in my hands, feeling a tad more confident.

Let's see what happens 4 weeks later.

With the new job came an extra 2 hours to my weekday and even more free time to my head. All of a sudden there's a rush of creativity in me looking for a gap to vent. So one day I bought a small quart of white paint and looked around the apartment for things to paint on and broken things to mend.

So there's this:



and then there's this:



stenciling:



Conclusion: I need some art classes. What do you say?

It took me 31 years
to realize that
birthday is a celebration of motherhood
being born is worth celebrating
but if not for my mom who nurtured me in her for 10 months
there wouldn't be much to celebrate

I miss her dearly
Been imagining her sending me an email
and perhaps a card as well
calling me in the morning
when she's sure I'll be home

I wish I realize earlier
how much she's done for me
and how little I appreciated it
like really appreciate it

I was an awful daughter

I try not to blame myself too much
But today, allow me

From that year, 2009,
namely my 30th birthday, and on
my birthdays will be filled with some smiles and some tears
because thirty some years ago
my mother gave birth to me
without knowing, perhaps,
that her life and passion for life
was numbered ever since

let me remember and appreciate
that my birthday is a celebration of mom

I find myself continue to ask myself, how can I ask the Chinese government for an apology for 6.4, if I don't even ask him if he thinks he's wrong.
I really hope that we will all hate him together. At this moment, I feel like I we did not do her justice.