Walking Ornament

chanced upon this festive skirt at sweet grocery

and thought of this

i can breathe the christmas air already! :D

Stitch Stitch

.... a skirt, oh well at least that was the initial plan :p

was gratified to locate this vintage little number and kah peng remarked that it worked wonders! :) so i gave it a go! i have a penchant for everything old school :D

 step 1: plainly get stoked with fellow Stitch :p

step 2: albeit a tad boring manual reading was always essential

step 3: fabric of choice

step 4: model of choice

step 5: measurement time

step 6: model favoured pleated skirt

step 7: in the making

step 8: say tada and ta! :D

Bebek Invasion!

it's a rich island by all measure. its blessings come in the form of fair amount of sleeping volcanoes, religious beliefs and one-of-a-kind temples, friendly locals with telling smiles, palatable delicacies, sparrows (they paint the sky in such elegant flair) and high tide in Kuta beach. 

with love,

h. chirpy

The Reason and Place to be..

i would trade a fancy wedding for a honeymoon trip to the magical Peru anytime :)

photo credit to bestourism dot com

Names

Brisk and rattling excerpts from 'What Gives Us Our Names' by Alvin Pang:

A fine mentor, he had taught everyone the difference between 'I' and 'We', and how 'Them' becomes 'Us'. Then all the gathered friends sat in a circle, raised their glasses and toasted the one whose presence, sympathy, quiet advice had meant so much over the years: the one they all knew as Community.

I really could use this gentle nudge, for that, thank you :)

Dear Passion

In all sincerity, I hope this note reaches you well. I have been crossing path with stark meltdown since your abrupt departure. It scares me. I miss you and wish for your gracious return one day. I hope you are not frayed by Reality, he is hmm just being himself as we all know it. Rest assured he means no harm.

Be home. Love.

Distraction

Eleanor: Blair. Darling. Why is Dorota carrying your life history?
Blair: Suffice it to say that I apologize in advance if any of your meetings today are negatively affected by the publication of my intimate musings.
Eleanor: "My mother considers herself the arbiter of Parisian style, but the only French she's intimate with are fries." Wow. The reflections of an overprivileged and unattended thirteen-year-old have no bearing on the business I'm in town for.

What Was Once Love

”I’m sorry for losing my temper the night Louis proposed. I’m sorry for treating you like property. I’m sorry for not waiting longer at the Empire State building, I’m sorry that I gave up on us and you never did.”