Pampered

Received a little care package from the brand which made me really excited. Well, who wouldn’t since we are basically all stuck indoors these days.

No big gestures for I guess I still have a long way to go in hitting that kind of quota but these aromatherapy blends definitely would come in handy in calming and lifting one’s spirits during these times.

Happy Mother’s Day

Broaching the subject of Mother’s Day with the Man can be quite scary. The other day, I casually mentioned that I had purchased some gifts for my Mom, sisters and some close Mommy friends for the upcoming occasion. As we can’t go out to celebrate the occasion, I hope that these presents would send some cheer along the way. The Man got agitated and said to me, “Well, if you are expecting anything from me, you are not getting any. You are not my mother and while the occasion honors mothers, it’s something the kid should do and not me.”

KILL JOY.

I mean, I was just sharing with him something that I did. I wasn’t expecting him to do anything. It would be nice but I know that it isn’t his nature and I wasn’t telling him all this to arm-twist him into throwing something fancy for me. I was just making conversation after a day’s of work and staying indoors.

OH WELL.

So I wasn’t expecting anything to be honest. My social media feed was filled with happy images of mommy friends with floral bouquets, gifts and meals lavished on them. While I secretly hoped that I would receive the same treatment. I know the time was not now for the Man has been under immense stress as well. Another place, another time then.

It was sufficient that the baby girl made me a card and showered me with unlimited kisses during the day. The Man and I played tag team to whip up a fancier than usual meal using caviar. I guess I didn’t want to draw too much attention to the occasion, I mean what’s the point of ruffling up his feathers?

But somewhere during the day, we did receive flowers for both me and the MIL! Presented by the kid who beamed and announced that she specially chose the flowers for us.

Truly my sweetheart!

Thanks to the Man for the lovely flowers! Next time don’t be so grumpy when I am just sharing about my day can. I mean, why ruin the feels? Thank you for all you have done!

Also, I thought if no one is going to make me happy on the ocassion to celebrate Mums, the least I could do is to make myself happy. So I went out and purchased this Coconut pudding from Soicco and it was absolutely divine. I finished 3 out of the 5 tubs on my own. Ain’t sharing with no one.

Getting through the Circuit Breaker

I lost count on the number of bottles of wine that we have drunk during the Circuit Breaker. I guess I will probably emerge as some kind of alcoholic after this whole 2 month stay home period but good food and wine, probably is one of the things that keep us sane.

The Man managed to get his hands on some caviar and he went all the way out with adding caviar on almost everything that it would potentially taste good on. So for breakfast one day, we had creamy scrambled eggs with caviar on a sourdough toast.

For our tea-break, we had blue pea pancakes with hard boiled eggs topped with caviar (of course).

Another variation of caviar with potato.

According to the Man, there are like 20 different dishes to try with caviar. Let’s see how this goes. I fear for my chloestrol levels after this period.

 

Self care: Learning something new

One of the things that I’ve been told that I like to advocate is lifelong learning. Well, there seems to be some truth in it. Probably because of my inquisitive nature, I do want to learn new things, whether I am able to masterfully grasp it, that sometimes remain to be seen.

So we signed up a for a session of watercolour painting as part of our recent team-bonding activity. It was pretty fun but I’ve often thought of painting and art as being therapeutic. It was something that I would like to continue and so after the 2 hour workshop, I bagged myself and went home with new paints, brush and art paper. I was raring to go – transforming ideas that I had in my head to paper. That didn’t turn out too well, unfortunately.

Refusing to give up (for now), I decided to pick myself up and then relied on the internet to read up more ideas. It seemed to work and I do enjoy coming up with new artwork for the little one.

So I will get there with more practice. It is my hope one day to just paint food illustrations of the food and drink that we get acquainted with during our travels. A friend of ours has done that and I often marvel at her work. So I hope to achieve that one day.

Presenting my art journey (in order of sequence, so hopefully you can see the improvement):

 

When does the line get crossed?

Came across this article on Channel News Asia on ‘sharenting’ and while what was shared is not rocket science, what was listed struck to me for more than half the time, I’m guilty of whipping up the phone to document that milestone or to capture that moment as a memory.

Embarrassing and risky: When parents share too much of their children online Read more at https://www.channelnewsasia.com/news/cnainsider/embarrassing-risky-parents-share-much-children-online-sharenting-11596622

We are in an era where access to information (thanks to technology) is so easy. So much so, we sometimes go overboard with the information and take for granted the privacy of ourselves and our loved ones. The information that we are giving people access to by revealing parts of ourselves online is something that I am also guilty of. Through blogging, I found a space and outlet to share more about the things that I love and enjoy doing. However, that space can also be opened to scrutiny and judgement from people who don’t really know me. There’s always that risk.

Penning my thoughts on this and hope that I will always try to remain conscious of not to cross the line with sharing of too much information.

 

Half for you, Mama

We celebrated Mother’s Day a week ahead of the actual occasion as one can imagine it would be quite crazy to secure any decent restaurant reservations over the actual weekend. The Man brought us all for Japanese and we brought the little one along with us in tow (equipped with all her art materials).

Don’t want to jinx it but she’s at a lovely age now where she can actually eat her meals properly, enjoy the food that’s dished out in front of her, engage in actual conversations with us and the chef as well as sit down to do her craftwork/ colouring/ drawing if needed. We try to refrain from using technology devices unless really needed. To be fair, about 1.5 – 2 hours is all that she can probably take if we are dining out.

The omakase dinner that we had at Ishi was lovely and we really enjoyed the freshness of the sushi and sashimi that were dished out in front of us on top of the wine and sake that the Man ordered. The ending to our meal was a slice of musk melon that the Bub had much earlier when she finished her rice. I knew she would love another piece or two of the melon so I saved my last piece of the melon for her. She was coughing so we didn’t want her to have too much fruit as well.

What she did next really touched me.

She thanked me for the piece of the melon that I had given to her. Then she used the fork and cut the piece of melon into half. I initially thought that she was going to have them both but she fed me the melon with her fork and proceeded to finish up the remaining piece. “I share half with you, ok Mama?”

I must have teared up a little when she fed me with the melon. Such a precious thought coming from my little one. I hope she remains this way – little and pure. 🙂

Decluttering

Last December, the home improvement/ reality show that was the talk of the town on Netflix was ‘Tidying up with Marie Kondo’.  I caught an episode of it while checking out what’s new on Netflix and was intrigued with the whole concept of decluttering.

Inspired on what it could possibly do to my lifestyle of impulse buying and my love for shopping, I decided to do a ‘Marie Kondo’ on my wardrobe. After 7 years of living in our home, there is so much stuff that I have accumulated and not worn/ used. The wardrobe is bursting at the seams even though I always complain I have nothing to wear. While I do give stuff out or sell some of them away, I know that I have yet to realise my potential of getting rid of things that I don’t use.

It was a daunting task but I was determined to reduce the amount of clutter I had especially in the cupboards – behind those closed doors. While I didn’t have the courage of taking all my clothes and piling it on our bed. I think that may result in greater decluttering after getting a shock of how much I actually have. I did set out small goals by clearing one wardrobe at a time. That to me felt a little more manageable. P.S: It also acheived the same effect seeing how much clothes I have lying on the floor. Had a headache thereafter wondering how am I going to get pass this all?!

Dividing my clothes into a stash to either be donated or given to friends. Friends of my stash were pretty pleased with what was given to them and for me, I’m just glad that the clothes were either re-homed or put to a good use. I also felt extremely guilty for spending so much on stuff that I think I will use but never got round to using. It sent shockwaves on how impulsive I really got on spending and to really think about whether I truly needed the item before just buying it. I also made a conscious effort to wear the things in my current wardrobe at least 3-4 times a month now instead of taking out the item and then putting it back again thinking “I’ll save it for later!” I realised later never quite came and said item was left in my wardrobe for years. Multiple said items by 10 to 20 pieces.

After I cleared out and downsized my clothes wardrobe, I decided to move on to my wardrobe which houses my prized possessions – bags! I had to be brutal and asked myself if the bag really sparked joy. After I identified which bag sparked joy and which bag didn’t, I decided to sell them at some unbelievable price or gift them away. It was hard… hard because I had to let a luxury item go at a price that was a fraction of the orginal price that I paid for. When I shared this news with a friend, she thought I was going bonkers. It is, to be honest, but I figured if I wasn’t actively carrying the bag in the last 3-5 years, what are the odds of me carrying the bag again in the near future? Probably and possibly nil. So with that mindset, I again brutally cleared a good 20-30% of my bag stash in exchange for good old hard cash.

Goodbye my pretty unicorn Chanel bag! I really did love you!

As a result of my brutal destashing and selling off a prized unicorn bag that was pretty sought-after, I manage to squirrel just about enough for the above two bags in PINK! Super pleased and hey, I needed a small reward too right? 🙂