Updated plain tunic DIY

MIL gave me a plain blue top she had no use for , some time back.

It was a dull blue or blue green or something and any hand me down is a good hand me down for me , because then I could practice my volatile skills of crafting and non existent skills of sewing. Booyah.

I kept it for a while without ever wearing it before I decided to add a bit of color and drama by practicing a bit of embroidery on it. And there was a lot of drama because I must have redone the whole thing at least three times.

I like it how it turned out even though my embroidery leaves something to be desired.

Also, I’ve always loved string tops. Something so casual about it that speaks to me..I guess.

Here goes the pictures.

Enjoy !

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The Plain Blue.

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Working some embroidery.haah.

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Checking me self out.

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Making some holes and a braided string to go through it

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Ze final product.

Up! My Christmas tree !

I meant to do this at the beginning of December but er, things happened and people seen, so it took a while. I also had a failed attempt at making salt dough ornaments and Darling insists to date that whatever ‘salt dough’ is, it’s dodgy.

Those who are in the know , know that I am big on re-using , upcycling and good old making things by myself . I hate buying plastics , did not want to buy ornaments off the shelf, nor do I have space to store a tree !

Since it’s only my father who , wait scratch that, it’s my father’s family who celebrates Christmas and since we’ve been a part of their traditions every year , I’ve always wanted to make my own tree but this is my first.

My heart has been settled on a twig tree adorned with hand made clay ornaments for a long time. and there, now I have it.

I got the twigs from a friend’s wedding , it was in this center piece,  already spray painted in white and gold. When the wedding was over and it was time for the couple to leave, we took apart the center piece to get at the flowers to throw at them, as is the tradition around here, I asked for the twigs to keep and I got them. Yay!

I made the ornaments in clay using cookie cutters .

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For some , I used a piece of lace to make textured ornaments.

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I then let them air dry before I dipped them in white paint .

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Then I painted some of them with gold paint , and hung them on the tree.

Tada !

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I take absolute delight in just looking at it.

DIYing is super soul satisfying. :)

DIY hanging plant holder

I received a pretty skirt as a present from a family friend some time back. And with it came a belt which seemed to be made of a bunch of strings braided together with pretty silver beads and plastic flowers in it.

While I loved the skirt, I didn’t fancy the belt so I put it away to make use of it later, which, let’s admit, is what I really love doing. Making use of things that are meant to be thrown away.

I don’t fancy gifting things I don’t care about to other people so the best thing to do as I see it, is to use them some other way that can be useful and pretty.

So here I was with a belt I didn’t know what to do with.

Browsing through pinterest, which is a huge source of inspiration for me, I came across a tutorial for a hanging plant holder and immediately thought of my belt which had a lot of strings on it. Yay for pinterest !

It had all those pretty beads and flowers on it too. Just imagine, I said to myself , just imagine it hanging from our window in the kitchen!

Here’s the original tutorial.

http://www.muyingenioso.com/elegante-jardin-colgante/

I tied the free ends of my belt together and worked from there . Since the top of my plant holder could not be untangled, not that I wanted to, I used bits of an old pajama string to tie the belt strings together to form the base of the holder.

Here’s the belt.

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Here’s when I tied the ends together.

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From there a formed a series if knots using an old string following the tutorial above for inspiration.

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When I was done, I had this!

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Tada! :D

Now I am off to find a pretty plant for my pretty plant holder.

Eating in Singapore

Singapore. Why do I love this place so much ?

The larger than life feeling I get when I am standing by the side of the road waiting for the bus ? The architecture , the design ? The people who don’t seem to know any other way than dressing to kill ? IKEA ??

Well all of that surely but what about the food ? Their food seems to have a solid grip on my heart .

Having kaya toast and milk tea the first thing when we landed , we moved on to all types of noodles and rice steamed in broth served with their yummy sauces , drinking only root beer if we could help it. We ended our trip with the ever famous chillie crab with fried buns and later for nostalgia, milk tea and kaya . Again.

Yum.

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Sister Love

So I am home at my mother’s place with my mother and brother for the weekend.

My sister has gone away with her husband and the baby for a while.

I miss her. This house is big and airy and a wonderful place to unwind. If she was here we’d be chatting constantly about this and that while she goes about her business.

Since she is not here, I decided it would be fun if I went through her stuff! Gasp ! Nooo Sachi , why would you dooo that !?! Oh well. She has pretty stuff OK?

In any case, when I am here, I browse through my mother’s old Talbot’s or her vintage button collection. It’s very therapeutic . My sister also has a pretty collection of threads and fabrics I love looking at.

Today when I started browsing aimlessly through some boxes full of pretty colored thread, I wasn’t expecting to find a treasure box full of hand made jewelry she seems to have abandoned, but that’s exactly what I found. She crochets a lot and all of these are made with crocheted thread and pretty beads.

Imagine my happiness.

I picked out my favorites to show you guys.

Enjoy !

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Sensitive People

I am sensitive person. I take everything personally.

And my life’s mission is to not offend anyone, because you see, it’s a complex. I have to make everyone like me. Not unlike Monica, no. ( And for all the people who dislike me, perhaps I am not trying hard enough! Oh blah. )

But stranger are the people who are so bold and ballsy that they  say whatever they like and offend people when it’s not even due, and then get all teary and sensitive the moment they feel a jab. When a jab was not even intended. Sheesh.

That awkward moment when you can’t even say something completely innocent to a friend because last time you did, boy weren’t they pissed. And now you wonder why you are friends in the first place. Were they only being nice to you? Sheeeesh.

Are they such strangers that you can’t be yourself perhaps? Oh god were you making a fool of yourself by being yourself?? Were they only humoring you !?! Were they judging you behind closed doors? Face. Palm.

Oh right. This is me, taking everything personally. Ta !