Something Nice : mer?
I don’t know if I’m going to follow through on this new endeavour, but do bear with me for the moment. I want to start a “Something Nice” post — a weekly post of something nice. I figure if I have some kind of routine, I’ll be able to get back to blogging regularly again.
My teaching course is almost ending (2 more weeks — I can do it!). At the moment, I have another assignment to hand in, one more lesson to teach, and that’ll be it! After that, I hope life will have some semblance of normalcy again … so I can get back to sewing again.
But before the sewing begins, here’s Something Nice first:
A lovely blog by a Malaysian artist/crafter/graphic designer. I just love how she does her product shots!
Photo courtesy of mer?
Tell me, how cute is that?
She’s doing a bag giveaway on her site for Malaysian bloggers, so if you’re in Malaysia, check it out!
Colours from the garden: Call me Bob
Pretty maidens in a bunch
The nice thing about a tropical garden is a sight like this on a cool, breezy evening.
Guess what they’re called.
“Chicken shit flower.” (A direct translation from Hokkien, a Chinese dialect.)
Oh, poor maidens, surely that does you injustice!
The many faces of Honey
Honey - I could use a massage right now
My life is on hold while I’m on my teaching course, so I’ve had no time to make anything. Although this is supposed to be my sewing/crafting blog, I’m going to have to digress a little and talk about the next most interesting thing … my dogs. (Hehe.)
The past few days have been sweltering. It’s so hot that Honey and Daisy will just lay in front of the mist fan (what a wonderful invention) like they’re concussed. They usually siesta in the afternoons, but I’ve never seen them so knocked out.
Honey, the elder of the two, is quite the sensitive soul. She can be moody, too. Unlike Daisy, who’s always (but always) up for rubs, she has to be in the right frame of mind for human interaction. She would always come if called, but she doesn’t always like too much attention. She’s slightly bigger than Daisy, so she’s the “boss”. I’ve seen her exert her authority a couple of times — if she wants to be in the doggie container (which is Daisy’s spot), Daisy usually lets her have it. Quite the bully! But she’s a super-obedient girl — she knows the rules, and she never breaks them. She knows no jumping on the human is allowed, and she’s yet to jump on me. Which is a very good thing — she’s now so big I can’t carry her anymore. A far cry from when she first came to us. She didn’t like the pellets we were feeding her, so she started eating less and less. Poor thing. But since I started cooking for them, she’s become quite the food vacuum cleaner.
So, this photo was taken just before siesta time, when Honey was obviously groggy from the afternoon heat.
Then, there was a sound at the front gate, and…
Honey - who goes there: friend or foe?
… right away, she put on her “who’s that” face. Check out the ears!
Daisy, the slacker, is still drunkenly enjoying the mist from the fan, totally unaware of any noise or movement whatsoever, front gate or otherwise.
My lovelies. My life would not be full without them.
More about Daisy next time!
Disturbing
I’ve noticed recently a spate of disturbing billboards on the Federal Highway (which, during rush hour, changes its name to Federal Carpark.)
I didn’t think much of the others, but this … this … is absolutely dreadful.
Poor turtle
It’s by a local telecommunications company that usually comes up with cute, catchy ads. So this one is entirely out of character. Are we already scraping the bottom of the barrel? Why?
Honey & Daisy : sewing and other lovely things 