Do you remember what you were doing during the last few days leading to the millennium? Can you believe its been 10 years since Y2K (I just felt a white hair emerging from my balding scalp)? And if the 1990′s was the 20th century, what is 2011? The 21st century doesn’t quite cut it anymore, does it?
Ok grumbles aside, I’ll like to thank all my friends for sticking around for so long, and for all your unwaivering support amidst the tornadic weather. May all your dreams and fantasies come alive, and 2011 bringing you boundless happiness, health and prosperity.
I wish I had one of these swaddling blankets when I was a baby. Then maybe I would have had a chance at being completely balanced and normal. Whatever normal means.
Yes I was kidding. But it is true swaddling blankets have been all the rage these years. Some brilliant person found out that babies are more at ease and funkier when constrained and wrapped up like a present. They sleep better and longer and cry less. Because they really are the needy, insecured noise makers we think they are. :)
It was fun & pretty painless to make this nevertheless, and friends (you know who you are), if you are expecting a beanie of your own please ask for one from me. I’ll be more than happy to make you one. As long as you give your first born to me.
Yes I was kidding again.
Second or third born ones works just as well. Offer while stocks last.
At least for a few precious minutes.
A couple of you asked me why I started sewing and like I mentioned, I was inspired an antique patchwork baby blanket made for my by my paternal great grandmother. I still keep the blanket till today but because its so old, it’s disintegrated into shreds and I’m so afraid to use it least it turns into dust. Bear in mind that when virtuous housewives of ancient times make patchwork, the fabrics were remnants of old clothings, unlike now where we often buy new materials for a desired pattern. The older folks know a thing or two about recycling.
So I decided to start this restoration project. I cut adequate fabric, hem them, and hand sew the pieces over torn patches. Some say it’s not sustainable because the other fabric would start to tear as well but let’s worry about that later. At least for now, I can hand down a true piece of antique to our beanie who’s about to meet the world.
Time for yet another department fun building time! I mean team-building. This one’s really enjoyable. We get to learn new recipes, cook ‘em and have it for dinner! And the choice of Thai cuisine was totally the icing on the cake.
Don’t we look every bit the professional?
One of the finished TOTT (totally over the top) product! We made 3 other dishes but were so caught up with eating we totally forgot the pics.
It’s the name of the place but I also mean it literally. Or shall I shall OUR favourite cafe of the fellow sweatshop slaves. Honestly I had wanted to write about this wicked eatery for the longest time, but you see, we are very protective about our Yong Tau Foo, with special possessiveness towards The Meatballs. We were worried if we told the whole world about The Meatballs, they would run out and we would rot in hell forever. I mean FOREVER!
But luckily only 3 persons read my blog and they all know about this special place already. Oh and let me tell you a legend of this Yong Tau Foo place…
Once upon a time, not so far away in the craziest shopping district of Singapore lies this magical fortress. On the 6th floor of the fortress there is this mythical cauldron that produces the most spellbinding, wonderfully delicious little crispy meatballs. Anyone that had eaten these meatballs becomes instantly contented, balanced and happy with life again.
Once, a knight and his chariot came upon the cauldron and set a record for eating more than anyone could possible stomach. He was crowned God of the YTF and challenged everyone to eat as much as he did. Many kingsmen (and ladies) came and tried to top his record but were all terribly defeated. It was simply beyond any normal human’s capabilities to eat that much.
I have sworn to protect the secrecy and whereabouts of this wonderful place but if keeps you awake at night, you can email me.
*photos courtesy of AhJune’s Weblog