The Doctor Is In

When thinking of the design for the Thank you card for the dentist, I faced a few … tricky obstacles.

The idea of sewing a tooth fairy came about, but then I thought it would be funny for a grown man to receive a tooth fairy from an adult female.

So I went to the basic – flowers. It was closing mother’s day and flowers were every where. And since each flower has its own meaning, I had to be careful not to send the wrong message. Roses, for example, would be a terrible idea.

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So I settled with this – simple, pleasant and subtle in its message. Something about it just gives me a very soothing feeling inside. And I love how the colours all go together.

(On a side note, I feel a slight high when my outfit for the day is colour-coordinated, down to the undies.)

Thank You Doctor!

Thank You Doctor!


I pasted a piece of black paper behind to write my thank you note on. I thought it would be more sincere if the emphasis of the card was on the names the thank-you(s) were going out to, but I regretfully forgot the Anesthetist’s name (and the nurses all did not have name tags on – or they did but I was too high on drugs to remember).

So in the small almost minute chance that you will come across this blog, I would like to say a huge thank you and give a virtual hug to all the nurses, doctors and staff who helped me through my dental surgery. And to all the healthcare workers out there, patients may not show it, but we are always grateful to meet a great healthcare worker. The simplest of gestures make a tremendous difference, especially when you’re in so much pain.


Summer Flowers On A Winter’s Day

I don’t have much to say these days. I fear my inspiration is wearing thin. I only sew if there is someone to sew for. I don’t want to sew to sell, I want to sew to give. I’m not sure that’s going to put rice on the table.

I need to find a new sense of purpose in my embroidery.

Recently my ghost friend no more left for India for a short student exchange programme. I thought that, since that was the case, a sari-colour inspired notebook would be fitting, to record all her colourful experiences.

Sari-colour Inspired Notebook

Sari-colour Inspired Notebook


My current, and some-what on-going, craze has been ribbon flowers. These are the things I’ve been experimenting on lately.

Flower Badges

Flower Badges


I guess I need to start making things I’d actually wear or use. One thing I can’t seem to find is alphabetized notebooks – where the pages are divided by alphabets. They only have that as address books. But I want one to write notes down for future reference. Anyone every wanted one of those?

That shall be my next project.


A Locket To Keep You Close

I finally decided what I wanted to sew for Nili.

It has been 3 months and for a while I couldn’t sew anything because I was stuck thinking of what to sew for Nili after he left us. I wanted something that, like him, was silent and sweet. So I picked a colour that was soothing, and the thread to embroider on to be almost similar to the cloth so that the words do not stand out too much. Except for the heart, because we miss him so.

Nili's Locket

Nili’s Locket


Now all is left is for me to pick a good picture. It took a whole day of faulty internet in the office to get me sewing again. Hopefully this will put me back on track. Next up, a bag for Ponton’s thingamabob.

I now have 2 soft toy dogs.

I now have 2 soft toy dogs.

Like a newbie, I want to carry around so many things when I bring him out – his pee pads, his chew toys, some wet tissues… Well the last time we brought him out with all those stuff was to my in-laws’ for a few hours so I think it was called for.

But don’t think for a second that I am going to carry that huge soft toy around for him to play with! There isn’t a reasonable carry-on bag big enough and I already have my hands full with this mischievous little fellow.


My Skirt-ish Dilema

When I made this skirt, I was thinking about food – cupcakes, in particular.

My Cupcake Skirt

My Cupcake Skirt

I was in love with the yellow linen with white polka dots. It reminds me of vintage clothes that look so much better than the skimpy ones people seem to be wearing nowadays.

Everything seems to be getting smaller, clothes seem to be made with lesser cloth; the lesser, the better. Shirts, torn on the behind to reveal the bra, shorts, torn to reveal the pockets underneath… If it’s not torn, it shouldn’t be worn.

Anyway, I kept the yellow cloth long enough. I wanted to make a decent skirt out of it, to bring out its cuteness. So when I got the pink linen,  I though I’d pop it over the yellow one, pin it up with some flowers (woven from yarn) and buttons, make it look like a cupcake and voila! I’d have myself a skirt worthy of the cloth it’s been made from.

Of course now that it is finished, and has been for a while, I have no idea what to wear it with.

Just like many other clothes I get from stores. Why is that.

Stationery Frenzy

Laogong’s convocation was yesterday. I had wanted to put up some photos, but daddy decided to hijack all the photos by securing them in his dry cabinet while he is away.

The only other option left for me is to steal some photos from other people’s facebook. However, since there is a tiny matter of a certain someone’s triple chin, whose identity shall remain anonymous (you only get 1 guess), I am going to wait for daddy to return.

Mom went shopping recently and bought me some very beautifully designed notebooks from The Jekyll and Hyde Project.

The Jekyll And Hyde Project - Vintage Notebooks

The Jekyll And Hyde Project – Vintage Notebooks

Plenty of ideas in my mind of what to use them for but don’t know which one to use first. Here’s another notebook store that I fancy, but mom couldn’t find any of their books there where she was shopping.


Before I jump the gun and start my new long-term project with my notebooks, here’s what I’ve been up to lately. It has taken me too long to decide what colours I want my jellyfishes to be. I’ll be sure to share it with you again when I’m done.

My Orange-y Jellyfish

My Orange-y Jellyfish

This is the colour of the jellyfish I see when I close my eyes and dream. What colours are yours?


Embroidering My Dreams

I have a confession to make.

It’s not something big like being an alcoholic or sneaky like secretly getting a tattoo behind my laogong’s back.

The truth is I am very insecure about the way I look. Increasingly so, actually, now that I have been hearing more comments about how ‘aunty’ I look and how my pimples are getting worse.

It is not something I take lightly and believe me when I say that confessing this makes me feel very vulnerable. This is perhaps the reason  I shy away from certain people, clothes and activities.

But I feel it is important to say this. Because many a times, people say things thinking that they mean no harm. Truth is, sometimes, these comments can come across as callous, even if you didn’t mean for it to be.

I admit that I may sound overly sensitive. I know some things people tell me are just facts, or passing remarks, or jokes. Jokes I can take. But if it is a simple remark, please keep it to yourself. Trust me, we already know we have put on a bit, that our face is breaking out in acne, and that are our eyes are slightly too far apart. Or something like that.

We have to face it on a daily basis, and having someone remind us of it again just makes me want to go on a one-man mission to destroying all the mirrors in the world. Because apparently, we don’t already have it shoved in our faces that we need someone to rub salt on the wounds.

I guess I am not that strong yet to be able to laugh it off. Just the other day when someone remarked on my acne, I pretended that the pot on the stove was boiling so that I could run away from the awkward conversation and hide in the kitchen. Honestly, I just did not know how to respond. How do you expect me to respond?

So the next time you decide to point out something obvious to us, just remember: it is not “tell me something I already know” day.

At this point of time, I want to tell my laogong “I love you” for reminding me everyday that I am beautiful in your eyes. I honestly don’t think I’ll be the person I am today if not for you. And for that I am grateful.

On a happier note, here’s what I’ve been busying my fingers with.

My Imaginary Flying FIsh

My Imaginary Flying Fish

I’ve always had dreams of the ocean, perhaps because I’m fascinated by it. Nothing I can find online about marine life ever reflects what I see. But the flying fish comes close, if only a little. I added different colours to it, like how I see it in my mind when I close my eyes. And the intricate stitches bring out the subtleties of the fish’s scales and fins and design.

I know it is not biologically accurate. I hope to get away with it as a form of art. I am embroidering my dreams, after all.

A Dance of Frienship

Patrickang's hip-hop shoe

It wasn’t hard to think of what to embroider for Patrickang’s birthday gift. But it was hard deciding what to embroider it on to. This hip-hop shoe is the exact copy of the ones she wears for her dance classes, right down to the colour and the striking green shoe lace. I really had fun making this one. Any design with details that can be played with – in this case the shoe laces – is always fun!

But I couldn’t post it up earlier this week because I was only going to meet her last night.

gift box

After cracking my brain for ideas, I remembered what mom said and decided to make a card holder, those for bus cards to for the ones we have to take out to use very often. On the flip side of the card holder is an embroidery of ballet shoes. It was meant to show the different sides of Patrickang. But I forgot to take a picture of that. The black background was to further emphasize on embroidery designs, proving the importance of dance in her life, among many other things about her.

I wanted to the design to stand out.

At the end of the day, a gift is just a gesture of a friendship we treasure. Life studying overseas was much more exciting with you around, especially with all the before bedtime laughter we shared. Thanks for always being there, Chen Xiao Kang.

Happy As A Fish In The Rain

These past few days were spent making things for people in my life.

Amango’s (yes, that is not her real name) birthday was a while back but we have not had the chance to meet up. Her present has been sitting in the Japanese Origami paper long enough. Since I managed to get it to her boyfriend to pass it to her, I guess it’s safe to post it up here.

Amantha's Bow

Amantha’s Bow

Amantha’s fashion is a little homely with a tinge of vintage. So I thought I’d make something that has that feel – at least to me. The lace reminds me of that old table cloths people used to have at home and the peach-pink linen brings a little old-fashion mood. But what I like is the green beads, which add a little spunk to the bow. I hope this hair pin is not too embarrassing to wear in public. 🙂

An aunt of mine has just gotten home from the hospital. She is recovering from surgery and I thought I’d give her something to remind her she’s not alone. Now that she has my uncle and cousin with her, she is in good hands. But seeing that my uncle is always the one who buys fruits for us, a fruit basket would be a quite redundant get-well-soon gift.

Fish In The Rain

Fish In The Rain

When Life Makes You Cry

When Life Makes You Cry

I’m hoping words and embroidery will help sooth her soul. The fish and rain drops are embroidered with ribbons onto a thin see-through linen. It is then stuck onto the paper using melted glue from a glue gun.

It’s easy to blame something or someone else for your misfortunes, but it’s more interesting to look at things through the other end of the kaleidoscope. Aunt’s health has always had problems. For instance, she is slightly deaf on one ear. She could easily have had both her ears injured, but still, she can hear.

This time, she probably sustained her injury while skiing on the mountains 2 weeks ago. The injury is bad but could have been worse. Thankfully, she was given the chance to get better. The surgery was a success and her family was and still is with her every step of the way.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that there are things to be grateful for, sometimes we just need a little reminder.

– Here’s a to good and speedy recovery. –

The New, The Old And The Ignorant

The past week was eventful.

Sometimes I forget that my blog can connect me to people I wish were not connected to my blog and I almost spilled the beans on why the past week was eventful. Anyhow, I learned from these events that sometimes, the world’s greatest battle is not poverty, or global warming, or pollution. It is our inexplicable inability to empathize.

We see it everyday on the bus, in the train, in the long bubble tea queue.

Someone thinks that in this cosmic universe, the world owes them a little more and so decides to let the rest of us pay for it. Yes. The ripples of selfishness know no end. I don’t know which is worse – that some are oblivious to their lack of empathy or that some continue to behave in a certain way inspite of being well aware of the selfish implications of their actions.

Either way, it is enough to deter me from leaving the house.

Before I become an agoraphobic, here are some other eventful things that happened the past week.

Colours Of The Strings

Colours Of The Strings

Dad’s old friend closed down her craft shop and left mom with lace, ribbons and embroidery threads. Mom gave them to me and now I have 100 more colours to play with. While I enjoy the occasional challenges of limitations, these new threads are so much fun, I almost peed in my pants when mom gave them to me!

Where's Number 1?

Where’s Number 1?

I got a really early birthday present from Laogong this weekend – my very own typewriter. No more backspacing to erase words, no more copy and past, no more troubles with auto correct and realignment! I always hated it when Words don’t allow me to align my cursor where I want it to be. Thank you Tappy Typewriter!

I’ll be off to to update this season’s new items, but I’ve also been busy with the year end’s season’s items.

Fishin' Dreamin'

Fishin’ Dreamin’

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I’d better go do the laundry. Thankfully, this agoraphobic has both washer and dryer at home.