Cheap & cheerful or Invest & inherit?

I am at present wearing a stackable dusty pink enamel ring - a set I bought of 3's and cost me about the usual I'd pay for my caffeine fix! Obviously being cheap I don't set high expectations for it to last or be scratch free for..lets give it 3 months tops? Although being a pretty nasty collector read : I just buy and buy and don't really stop till the money is gone - I do have a few favorites that I wish I had in a high-end or better quality make just so that it would last a bit longer.

I found the stuff I want in a price range that I can actually afford! You know, none of this day dreaming empty fluff clouds about bvlgari or tiffany. Anyway back to the bigger question. Do you go for cheap & cheerful, or invest in something that could possibly be a heirloom? Decisions..decisions. Anniversary and birthday is peeping around the corner. I think its sinful to have them so close together. My dear husband.. how shall I pitch this one to him? 

Picture taken from google images. 

Going Secretly Neon

Publika, 22 Dec.

Its one thing to be keeping up with  a trend or fad, but another to be accidentally trapped? Is there such a difference? Non, oui? Haha. I swear the colors weren't as bright in the shops - as they were when I laid them down on the ironing board.  I think I've ran out of excuses to buy more clothes. The healthy dose of spring cleaning I get to do is my only escape from over stuffing my wardrobe to the point of making F actually notice I've only got new stuff hanging on the racks..Hrmm (slowling plotting some online shopping spree).

I google alot nowadays (none of any actual benefit to say the least..) and the recent one I hit search was 'how to wear neon'. It was a pretty interesting read, mainly sticking to neutral palettes, and accessorizing with basic blacks or whites. I do hope for the boldness one day to dress it up with other major neon colors and just be a walking stoplight - like I deserve your attention immediatement! Cobalt blue, fuschia pink..those are pretty tame and safe when compared to neon yellow or kiki pink the highlitor-ish pink. I do have a few more neon items in the closet that I must gather mental strength to wear. Why do this? Not only is it fun and cheerful, its just about the right amount of pizzaz a women in her late 20s need to push-off proudly into her 30s!

Let's all go buy our boys a pair of sweet salmon pink shorts while Dad's not lookin'! And just for the curious, I google things like : how to wake up for an early workout, how to cook eggwhites, handmade shoes??!! Mon dieu. 

Happy weekend.

Mika's Tantrum

Deluxious, Penang Nov 2012

Does it go hand in hand? Once Mika has gotten the hang of smiling intentionally, that’s about the mark where he learned to pretend-cry. It’s quite a sight, especially at 11 months his gums are swollen with tell-tale signs of his buckteeth ready to pop out. He would scrunch his face, and lift his lips upwards to his nose and the sight of empty gums would readily make me smile. He cried for attention. Such a joker. People who are used to Mika will wonder when was it that he now knows how to cry on demand? What an irony, to learn to pretend-cry and smile in the same day. But my baby’s temperament is one to beat. He hardly cries, and really knows how to play by himself. Occasionally during the mornings he would demand a bit more clingy time and would be pleased with himself if we carried him to make breakfast, brush our teeth..open the fridge (a favourite!) sometimes I would put him down in front of the fridge and let him play with the parsely...

His teeth came out late relatively compared to all his cousins. About 12 months of age. That’s when his bottom incisors popped out 2 at a time. A malay saying is that if the upper teeth came out first, then the child will grow up to be a bit more snobby. 

Humbug to sayings, especially of that sort!

Happy Birthday Mr.Sunshine

Nov 18th, 2012. Monkey Tree Penang

Dear Mika,

I never got around to writing my experience of labor, or giving birth to you. It is embedded in my brain - I think I wrote it down somewhere, I was too nervous and anxious when the time came. It is what made me who I am today. I did the 10k again, on your birthday. I was so happy to shave off 5 minutes of my time from the previous run.

Your face is different when you sleep, and it transforms and scrunches into another adorably cute one when you wake up. I will miss you being clingy at 3 months, and pudgy at 8. It is now time to celebrate this milestone in life, and also to celebrate the fact that I have succeeded in bringing you up with His help for the past 365 days.

Happy 1st birthday, dear child. You are definitely the apple of my eye, the glue to my marriage, and the reason to life. I do not mind you not being able to walk, or call me Mama yet, or scratch my face in affection its an awesome feeling to have you in my life by itself.

Love,

Mama.