My ever-creative mom bought me these $2 rubber drink coasters from Daiso some time back–she thought the kids could paint over them and use them to make prints.
This takes a bit of trial and error, but it works if you like the imperfectly finished look. (Or you could fill in blank spots with a sharpie.) Coasters with distinct edges and bumps are better to work with, and you may have to experiment to find a paint that will stick. Anyway if all else fails, you’ll still have a drink coaster that you can use!
The first time I did it, I used acrylic paint and I let the paint dry on the coaster, which made it easier to apply paint subsequently. We’ll try making patterned wrapping paper for Christmas next; it may get a little messy but it’s the thought that counts!
We also tried using our heart coaster as a rubbing stencil (click here for a video):
Now we’ve got a quick way to jazz up an average paper bag!
I’ve still got books on my mind, and I think it’s healthy. Anyone who writes should take some time off to read–more so if you’re a blogger, because it’s so easy to lapse into the accessible and the conversational and forget how to bring words together in ways that are meaningful, as opposed to lazy and convenient.
I’ve just started reading Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life, where I came across this delicious description:
At five thirty, the light was perfect: buttery and dense and fat somehow, swelling the room … into something expansive and hopeful.
Well, that’s my commute book, and I haven’t been doing a lot of commuting in the last two weeks. So I thought up another reading project for myself and the kids: 100 Days Of Picture Books. See, I used to have a rule where I would ensure books were read quite soon after being brought home, but I’ve been lax in that department lately. Now we’ve got a backlog, and with picture books, there’s really no excuse not to open them–all you need is five to 10 minutes a day. My plan is to read many of our previously unread books out loud, to Z, while leaving some on the dinner table for Layla to browse when she gets home. I’ve also been sharing my book-related thoughts on Instagram–they’re not strictly reviews, but more of a patchwork of feelings, memories, and connections to other works. If you’d like to follow me on my 100-day picture book journey, go ahead and bookmark this link, and remember to check in daily! Or, you could just follow me on Instagram.
The best thing I did this weekend was to head for the National Library’s $2 book sale–twice!
I’ve been holed up at home lately, more because of work than the haze; Alf knew I needed a break and was happy to be my sale buddy on one day, and kidsitter the next. The result? I’m almost 50 books richer but still guilty of coveting others’ books, including the pictured prized find by my friend Stephii, who was with me on both days.
Is the sale really worth visiting? Yes a thousand times over!!! The price is unbeatable for the condition (many new-looking hardcovers this time), the selection is vast, and there are more than enough books for everyone, and to satisfy different tastes. Mind you, I’m only talking about the kids’ section here because after nearly five hours of browsing, there were still trays that I hadn’t reached.
But, you may not see familiar author names and that can be difficult. I’ll scan covers and titles, and read a portion of the text to see if it appeals to me. If it’s a non-fiction book, it has to be visually attractive (I prefer illustrations to photographs) and clear without being dry. I still buy science and general knowledge picture books for Layla because she’s resistant to reading fact books meant for older kids. For fiction, I’m always tempted to buy books just because they’re beautiful, but my practical self will reject messy layouts and words that don’t lend themselves to read-aloud sessions.
With so many new books in our collection, I’m thinking about a regular book-related feature for the blog. Not reviews, but something different. Suggestions are welcome!
Lately, we’ve been preoccupied with puzzles. My brother bought a set of Hanayama cast puzzles for Layla, and they’ve stumped me even though we’re still at the “easy” stage. The crab in the picture? The ring isn’t supposed to be there at all, and I couldn’t dislodge it until I googled for ways to free trapped rings. Although the suggestions were mostly for wedding rings, one method worked for me–I managed to slide a thick elastic band under the ring and edge it back into the puzzle proper.
Another puzzle game that I’ve been using to amuse kids is called Fuzzy Wuzzy. It was introduced to me by game-loving mom Pamela, and it goes like this:
Fuzzy Wuzzy likes rubbers, but he doesn’t like erasers.
Fuzzy Wuzzy likes sweets, but he doesn’t like candy.
Fuzzy Wuzzy likes ribbons, but he doesn’t like bows.
Fuzzy Wuzzy likes puzzles, but he doesn’t like mysteries.
Fuzzy Wuzzy likes books, but he doesn’t like novels.
There’s a pattern to what Fuzzy Wuzzy likes, and it’s fairly obvious if you write the words down–it’s more fun if you don’t! Once you crack the code, you can make an endless list of Fuzzy Wuzzy likes and dislikes.
Layla’s friend Izzy, aged 8, not only solved the Fuzzy Wuzzy puzzle, she invented a sequel that turned out to be tricky! (EDIT: To make it a bit more challenging, since I’ve got some pretty smart friends, I’ve removed two of the most obvious clues.)
I made a list but the answer only came to me early this morning, as I was drifting off to sleep after getting Layla ready for school. Here goes:
Fuzzy Wuzzy has a cousin, Topsy Turvy.
Topsy Turvy likes cabs; he doesn’t like buses.
Topsy Turvy likes McDonalds; he doesn’t like Burger King.
Topsy Turvy likes to deny; he doesn’t like to admit.
Topsy Turvy likes hills; he doesn’t like mountains.
Topsy Turvy likes Mars; he doesn’t like Earth.
Topy Turvy likes all things opaque; he doesn’t like anything clear.
Topsy Turvy likes tuna; he doesn’t like cod.
Topsy Turvy likes Kleenex, but not Scott.
Topsy Turvy likes to be fast; he doesn’t like to be slow.
Topsy Turvy likes the number eight; he doesn’t like the number six.
Topsy Turvy likes elms, but not oak.
Topsy Turvy likes to go left, but not up.
When Alf said he was going to rent a costume for his Teachers’ Day dinner this year, I thought nothing of it. He’s rented one before, a Star Wars costume. Back then, he was in a different school and he had his clique there, and they went and picked out costumes together. It was supposedly the best celebration he’d ever had in his work life.
Yesterday afternoon however, I was surprised. Alf said there was a retro theme for the dinner later but no one really knew what to wear, since retro has been done to death. Still, he’d found a nearby costume shop and was heading there on his own. If you’ve known my husband for a long time, you’d find it surprising too. All those times we were in a band together he’d always talk about dressing a certain way for gigs, but he never bothered in the end. Same for weddings. He’s also suggested hosting costume parties but we’ve never taken the extra step to actually plan something.
Later, he showed us his costume, which resembled pajamas that Hugh Hefner might wear, plus a wig. He changed at the dinner venue so we didn’t get a sneak preview; apparently his colleagues said he looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks. Still, they liked him enough to vote him for Best Dressed–he won by a landslide! I thought it was funny and cool. Even though it’s a silly award, it’s a nod to my husband’s new habit of getting things done.
This morning, he posed for me in the winning outfit and Z joined him wearing my Almost Famous-inspired “It’s All Happening” coat from Modcloth, something I haven’t had the chance to wear out yet since we don’t have the right weather.
Well, that’s how we kicked off the September holidays. It’s not going to be much of a holiday; I’ve got a ton of work to do, and Layla’s got training all week long for an upcoming competition. Let’s see how we can squeeze in some fun.
I found this old picture of us, taken at a different season of our lives. I remember that day: We were at my sister-in-law’s home so she could shoot a few portraits for Alf to use on his namecards. (That’s his look when he’s in the middle of an allergy flare-up and trying his best not to sneeze.) That was when he’d just left his job as a teacher to enter the real estate industry, possibly one of the bravest things he’s done in his life, apart from marrying me. I was in my third trimester with Z, and Layla wore pinafores for fun, not for school. We’d committed to purchasing a new home together despite being in danger of collapsing from emotional exhaustion.
Someone asked me recently if I could describe a period of transformation in my life. I know things have changed for the better, in many ways, but I’m unable to say exactly when or how it happened. There were many little steps we took to get here; there’s always room for improvement and we’re not necessarily moving forward all the time.
But this week, it’s occurred to me several times that Alf and I are at peace, and it’s a wonderful feeling. As I write this, I’m snacking on garlic pasta that he whipped up for me in 10 minutes, just because I was hungry but too lazy to prep my own supper. (I’ll gladly wash.) We don’t spend the obligatory Friday nights together–he’s signed up for evening boxing lessons and goes on to play soccer after that, followed by supper with friends. He’s probably back by 4 in the morning–I relish having a night to myself too and it’s a chance for both of us to do our own thing and recharge.
On Sundays, I take both kids to visit my family and we spend the entire day with them, so Alf gets another free day to run errands, or do nothing.
We’ve failed spectacularly at trying to make date nights work, but giving each other space has brought us closer. On weekdays, we no longer argue about chores–he cooks, I clean, and I get Z to help me with hanging up the laundry. We can sit together and chat now, without the pressure of needing to fix something all the time. Sometimes I’ll land myself in a drama and he won’t be terribly interested in the details–instead of resenting him for not being sympathetic, I’ll reassess the situation and try to see it for how inconsequential it is.
I no longer snipe at my husband for never putting his plans into action. Being aware of each other’s moods, and, when necessary, retreating and allowing time for recovery, has reduced the need for harsh words and accusations. Lately, he’s been the one borrowing cookbooks and baking, or signing up for workshops, or keeping fit, or ordering Lego parts to build something for Z. And he doesn’t waste time on social media either. I need to catch up!
I saw this post on Facebook recently about The Calm vs The Chaos, and I thought to myself, no way. Now that I’ve experienced The Calm, I can never go back to anything less.
We held Layla’s 9th birthday party on a weekend where we unexpectedly lost a dear aunt to cancer, and watched the nation turn 50. Naturally we’ve been swimming in emotions for the last couple of days, but to some extent we were able to switch gears and celebrate or mourn accordingly, depending on where we were at. I asked Alf later if he would’ve preferred to postpone Layla’s party, but he said no, and he didn’t cancel his weekly soccer game either. I think that’s how both of us tend to deal with death and loss–we keep our sorrow buried in our hearts while focusing on life and the living. We do believe in God’s grace and new beginnings.
But let me get back to the purpose of this post, which is to recap Layla’s party. Compared to the fanfare of Layla’s rock ‘n’ roll 8 bash, her 9th was a much quieter affair.
Theme: Earlier in the year, I’d thought an India-themed party would be interesting and different, and later I considered merging it with a mystery theme and having the kids guess what Indian desserts were on the table. I even prepared mystery gifts as well (inspired by my friend’s Instagram photo). And I decided to recycle our treasure hunt clues from last Christmas, with Layla coordinating the hunt since she’d already solved it. But closer to the party, I ditched mystery and settled on art as the main theme. I’d enlisted a cousin’s help to give the kids an art lesson but she couldn’t make it in the end, so Plan B was to lay out our art materials for some drawing fun, along with instructional books for the kids if they needed a guide. That actually worked pretty well!
Decorations: So the party theme was fairly fluid, and I didn’t set a colour theme either. We had plenty of leftover supplies from our previous parties and I wanted to use what we already had. I made the pinwheels from Daiso patterned paper, magazine paper, and an old Archie comic, after attending a workshop conducted by gift wrapping specialist Jane Means. Among other things, Jane showed us how to make pinwheels as gift adornments and it was so painless–if you can fold a paper fan, twist wire around the middle, and stick the edges together, you can make this too. I got home and made a few more, just like that.
Cake: We were mindful to buy less and spend less for this year’s party because so many tragic events have happened in 2015 alone, and we wanted to set aside some cash to help others instead. Alf started to take an interest in baking several months ago, and he declared he’d make all of our birthday cakes this year. I was happy to let him have a shot at this, since we have a number of cake shops nearby to save us from oven disasters. He made several practice cakes but the night before the party, I was thinking that we’d have to run out and get an Awfully Chocolate cake after all, because Alf showed me an irregular-shaped, single-layered chocolate cake that was cooling on the rack.
I can’t serve this. And it’s too short!
Alf had a look on his face like he was about to throw in the towel, and the cake along with it, but to my surprise, he busied about starting on a new double-layered cake and making sure he got the shape right this time. I saved the old cake and cut it into bite-sized pieces for the dessert table, so his earlier efforts weren’t wasted. I’m glad he persevered, because there were good comments all around for the cake! Some even said it was just as good as Awfully Chocolate. (This was the cake recipe he used, and this was the icing recipe.) I certainly was satisfied–it was round, smooth, and moist. And not overly sweet. Perfect!
Snacks: The rest of the dessert table consisted mainly of supermarket snacks–grapes, raisins, and Fancy Gems. Ok I allowed myself one splurge; I contacted Sharn from The Snacksmith two days before the party, and she kindly agreed to let me place a last-minute snack box order. She even delivered the box herself as her usual couriers were on an early break for the SG50 weekend. I was so glad I made that choice because the fancy snacks were a huge hit with the kids and grown-ups! They had the coolest packaging I’ve ever seen on snacks, and the kids couldn’t wait to rip into each new packet. Everything tasted good–and interesting–but without being cloying or heavy.
Handmade Keepsakes: In keeping with tradition, Grandma Agnes sewed aprons for us this year. I almost couldn’t bear to give these away!
Art: I was surprised to find that a few of our guests had been earnestly following the instructions from our Ed Emberley drawing books! Others drew trains, or scenery, but most of them just doodled, and even destroyed their pictures, just for fun. I always store away items to remember each of Layla’s parties by, so I kept some drawings, including the one pictured.
Gifts: Every year, we tell our friends not to bring gifts. First, we’re happy enough that they’ve set aside time to spend with us, and we want to save them some time, effort, and money too. Second, Layla has everything she needs. We all do. But some friends will break the rule anyway, so Layla will usually still have presents to enjoy, and I think she doesn’t mind that one bit! For this year, we stuck with our “no presents” rule and put out a donation tin for guests to chip in for a cause in place of a present, if they wished. My friends are very generous; Layla still received presents! We also raised $150 for NTUC Income’s OrangeAid fund, so we were able to make a small difference and I’m glad for that. I found out about this fund because our friend Janson was behind the ad that made so many of us cry. This was what he said about working on the ad:
This is one campaign I wish I didn’t have to do. Unfortunately, these stories exist. And they are truly heartbreaking. Many are far worse off than this one we’ve just made. Please share this film to highlight the predicaments these kids face. Let’s donate generously to allow them to climb up the social ladder in our society. They are, after all, one of us.
Art Gallery: Because of Layla’s party, I finally completed a home project that I’d been putting off for years–setting up our family art gallery, complete with gallery text! Click here to see the pictures in our mini gallery, and here to read the text.
Odds & Ends: We spent less on catering this year; Alf cooked veggie pasta, and we also ordered from a Chinese eatery that’s only minutes away from our home. We’ve always been hesitant to do that because although the eatery has its fair share of fans, the online reviews have been mixed and the cooking standards are inconsistent. But we stuck with safe dishes and all was good! We’ll get our party food from them in future unless our guests have special dietary needs. As for tables and additional seating, I rented three tables and 20 chairs from our Residents’ Committee for only $18. My neighbourhood is the best!
That’s it for the recap of Layla’s 9th birthday celebration, and it’s not over yet because we’ll be doing a smaller-scale celebration for her on her actual birthday, which is this Saturday.
Post-party, I was really touched by my friend Shireen’s message to me. It’s exactly what we wanted our parties to be:
I love your parties. As C puts it, it’s full of surprises and so much creative fun!
Welcome to my veggie plot! Last month, I realised I could sign up for a space at our estate’s community garden and thought it’d be something new to try. My track record with plants is terrible, but at $5 for a lifetime membership, I figured I had nothing to lose.
I approached our Residents’ Committee rep to state my interest and she brought me to Mr H, the gardening leader, who assigned me my plot and gave me a lecture on responsibility. He even showed me examples of untended plots that he hoped I wouldn’t emulate, and the next morning, placed a gardening hoe in my hand for my first test: Loosening the soil. It was one of those ridiculously hot mornings and I had to drive the hoe into the ground repeatedly until the first six inches of soil was soft.
“Gardening is hard work,” said Mr H.
He stood in the shade and watched me, and once in a while he would walk over to correct my technique.
“You’re holding it wrong. That’s inefficient.”
I kept at it for over an hour, and ached for a week. I suppose that pleased Mr H somewhat, because he gave me instructions to meet him at home for a formal lesson.
This time, he said, “Gardening is relaxing.”
This was in his living room, where he was showing me how to bring my seeds to life in an eggshell carton. He decided I should plant cai xin and Chinese cabbage (xiao bai cai)–his rationale was that these were easy to grow and I’d be motivated once I’d enjoyed my first harvest. On Day 13, I transplanted the seedlings into my plot, and the picture above shows my cai xin, on Day 27.
My Chinese cabbages aren’t doing as well–you can tell by the blank spaces that many of my crops didn’t make it. Mr H isn’t impressed with my cai xin either; he said their stems are weak, and that I’d do better next time. I’m surprised anything grew at all, so this is already a big deal for me.
I have to water my crops every morning–Mr H feeds the plants in the evening. I’m proud to say that I haven’t missed a day and it’s become a part of my routine. Z’s stopped complaining about the heat and freaking out at butterflies or anything that moves, in fact he loves visiting the garden now because a chicken family has taken up residence there. I’ve grown quite attached to the garden myself; there’s always something new to look at.
Harvest Day is coming up! I’ve never cooked Chinese veggies before–I’ll probably bring them over to my mom’s so she can turn them into a decent meal. In the meantime, here are some gardening tips and links:
* From Mr H: Always keep your seeds refrigerated.
* And another Mr H tip: If you’re using a garden hose to water your plants and it’s a hot day, test the temperature of the water before you hose down your plants. Hot water can hurt them. Also, use a gentle spray.
* For beginners: These are some local veggies that are easy to grow.
For growing herbs, they say it’s not good for this weather or that weather, but in all honesty, you have to try it out yourself and you’d be surprised it can actually work… You learn these things through instinct. When you look at the herbs, you will see how are they doing or faring and based on that, you will have some sort of connection with them. You don’t always have ideal weather conditions, and the plants have their own coping mechanisms. They will find a way.
I’m no fan of Orchard Road–it’s too crowded and too expensive. “Town” for me is the area stretching from the art museum all the way to Bras Basah and the Central Library. And Middle Road too of course. That’s my territory; I feel comfortable there, I know all the buses and shortcuts, and I know where to get decent food, although some places, like the awesome Basil Alcove, have sadly shut down. (If nothing else, click on that link to see Alf celebrating Movember in January!) I blame the Basil crew for giving me GERD, but I would patronise them again in a heartbeat.
By the way, decent food is definitely not served at Han’s at the Central Library. That’s a great place for freelancers to hog tables and a perfect place to work at, but I swear I’ve tried almost everything on the menu to keep my seat and only found the regular ham ‘n’ cheese sandwich and chicken pie tolerable. The chicken pie totally loses out to the pie at Mary’s Kafe, which is practically across the street. The two pies shouldn’t even be in a contest together.
Mary’s Kafe is next to 8Q at the art museum, and I first read about it here. I’m not crazy about the mains yet (that said, I’ve only tried the stew and the shepherd’s pie), but I love the bites, including the pang susie. If Z’s around, we always have chocolate cake too. Mary runs the cafe with her sister Doris, who is extra friendly to kids and will let them draw on the chalkboard if it’s near closing time. We’ve been there often enough to know this.
* Still on life’s purpose: I haven’t started answering these questions yet, but I might. I think it’s just that time of the year, where people are prone to asking “What have I achieved/Where am I headed?”
* I’ve been feeling a bit unsettled these last couple of weeks. I don’t want to be that nice person who’s always trying little things that never amount to anything. But today, a friend messaged me because she wanted to make a surprise birthday present for Layla, and I was so touched. The signs are always coming in to remind us that we are blessed by the wonderful people around us, and sometimes, that knowledge is all that I need to stop wallowing and start loving life again. (Thank you Pauline!)
* And yes, this is a new weekly feature on the blog, with snapshots, thoughts, and links from my daily life. Some of my old posts are still accessible via the links on the right sidebar, while others are still searchable, if you know what you’re looking for. I’ve privatised a few posts–I’m moving away from blogging about Layla and her school progress to give her the privacy she deserves. Other posts have just been around long enough, so…
Hi all! I’m spring cleaning the blog again, trying to decide what stays and what goes, as well as how this space should be used going forward. I’m sorry if some of you have gotten multiple messages from me about old posts being republished–those were automatically sent from an e-mail subscription app, which I’ve since disabled.
Until I’ve got things sorted over here, I’ve got some links for you to check out! Here goes:
* Our cousin Jessie did us a favour recently by getting the four of us to pose for a family photo at a wedding we all attended. It’s a rare family shot and I treasure it! The official photographer for the wedding was our friend Steph, and I’ve heard she’s done a wonderful job. If this photo is any indicator, the couple will have many classic pictures to remember the day by. I also love this shot of the kids and their cousins goofing off with the bride.
* Moving away from weddings, I read this ST article on local singles seeking love, and I found it disturbing that only one person mentioned the word “connection.” Isn’t connection everything? I could never be that girl who tries to suss out if her date has a car, and what kind. I’d be more inclined to ask my date to leave his car at home, so we could find out if we had anything in common over a nice long walk! Oh well, things have changed a lot since I last did any dating. I keep in touch with the scene via my friend’s sister, who’s looking for love. She’s started a blog detailing her dating experiences, which is something I would totally do. Read it for its honesty and humour!
I'm Evelyn, and I run this blog. In 1999, I met my husband Alf in a classroom that neither of us belonged in, and grabbed his attention by nearly falling over a table. He didn't come to my rescue but we did exchange numbers eventually. We now have two kids, Layla and Z, and our lives are the better for it. That's the short version of our story. If you'd like to see our family pictures, click here and here!