I’ve been wanting to learn the art (and science) of floral arrangement for a while now. Ever since I started making my paper blooms for Dottieshop, I found myself struggling with how to position blooms together, whether in a small bunch or a bigger bouquet. Thanks to a friend, I discovered Daryl and Hema, the amazing couple-team behind home-based florist Bloomen!
The littlest has been really getting into drawing and doodling, to my great delight and excitement. Unlike his kor kor, who pretty much fell in love with all things art before the age of two, little D hadn’t shown much interest in drawing or colouring until very recently, having preferred the messy free expression afforded him by his finger paints instead. So this is quite an unexpected but welcome surprise!
Sister Act, the five-time Tony-nominated smash hit is in town! Crime, faith and a whole lot of dancing nuns – there was something for everyone, and as David commented at the end “So much glitter! I like the glitter best, mummy.” While Daryl declared, “I like the pretty one, mummy. The pretty lady with the big curly hair.” Read more
Among all the movies I watched as a teen, Sister Act certainly stands out as one to remember. It was fresh and fun and sweet. I loved the music, the dancing, and how the irrepressibly charming Deloris Van Cartier breathed new life into an uninspired choir and discovered the power of friendship. Now, almost two decades after the movie first came out, Sister Actthe Musical is coming to Singapore for the first time, and we can’t wait to watch it!
I’m sorry, that’s not a very creative title, is it? But really, it’s a post that I’ve been sitting on for a long time, and just didn’t feel confident enough to share. Now that we are almost halfway through the year (GASP!), I do feel like we have gained a little experience with primary school life – enough for me to share – and it’s also a good time to talk about this, as many K1 parents are probably losing sleep over this issue as 1 July draws nearer…
I’ve always wanted a little home garden. But four dead basil plants, one wilted dill and two sagging beansprout cups later, I admitted defeat. Yup, even that wretched taoge plant didn’t survive my hands… I was simply NOT born with a green thumb. And so I gave up my home garden dream, and settled to admiring pretty pots in cafes and such. But last year, the boys brought home a pretty succulent in a glass jar from one of the flea markets that we visited. And surprise surprise, that little thing has been doing mighty well, and is still thriving as I type!
Emboldened by this “success”, I was quite excited when Masons Home Decor approached us to review their newly launched Terrarium DIY kit. Why not, I thought? And of course, the boys were thrilled to get their hands dirty – quite literally.
In my parent’s home, there is a stone painting of a long beach with footprints in the sand and this familiar poem:
Footprints In The Sand
One night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord..
Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and the other to the Lord…
When the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at
the very lowest and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it: “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I need you most you would leave me.”
The Lord replied: “My precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
By Mary Stevenson
Every day for 26 years, I must have looked at that piece hanging on the wall. And yet, every day now, I am still discovering new ways in which He had been carrying me – not just in times of trouble, but through many times in my life when I just didn’t know any better what to do.
There are moments when it feels like life has come full circle, even though I know (well, I hope!) that I still have a lot more life to live.
Like this afternoon, when we celebrated my dad’s birthday with a very satisfying lunch at Baba Chews Bar and Eatery. The two monkeys were fascinated with the bar counter, but I told them not to climb the stools in case they fell off. So grandpa gamely went with them, supposedly to take a look at the counter too, but actually to make sure they didn’t fall off the stools and break their little heads. And there he stood, supporting one with each hand, and then later carrying them to the ground safely.
And I flashbacked to my own childhood, and the many outings I had with my grandpa, and remembered the feeling of him hoisting me onto his shoulders although all my uncles and aunties and grandma were all “Put her down, you’ll break your back!” How I loved that feeling of being on grandpa’s shoulders, and I knew he was indulging me back then, and it mattered to me.
Last week, I attended the first of five watercolour classes conducted by local watercolour artist Tam Kwan Yuen. This week, we had our second class. We started off with a (according to him, “quite simple”) bunny, and I was quite happy with the finished result.
This week’s challenge – a mountain-valley landscape piece – was significantly harder for us, and I was somewhat not satisfied with my end product. But I think it’s a good kind of dissatisfaction that spurs me on to want to keep trying to get better at my craft.