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Lucky Peach - the crunchiest bits of food writing I've sank my teeth in in a long long time! I've been slowly savouring Issue #2 like it's the most delicious multi-textural mad-jumble-of-keep-you-guessing-flavours dish since it plopped into our mailbox more than a month ago, hoping to make it last until I receive the next installment. But it's so darn good that I devoured the last paragraph last weekend, a while before my next fix arrives. I'm already cold-sweating from withdrawal! Lucky Peach is the best thing since sliced bread.
Because they are like educational toys. I learn new things about/from them and I like that very much.
I bought this 300+ years old crotal bell from the Surry Hills Markets in January. The lady who was selling a whole cigar box of them told me that her 80-year-old mother combs her field in England everyday with a metal detector looking for "treasures" and the old bells are only a small part of her finds.
Besides their age and source, she didn't know much else about them so I hit good ol' Google the moment I got home and found this very interesting article. I don't know why but it always makes me feel good to know a little about the history and manufacturing process, or even a cute little story, of something that I use or wear. In this case, around my neck. "Like a goat!", the lady said when I told her my plan for her ware. Haha. Bleat! Bleat!
This is what the boyfriend will be eating when he breaks for lunch today.
I started making him lunches to take to work not long after we moved to Sydney and my pals back home in Singapore, when they find out, go "Wow! What a wifey-poo thing to do!"..."You're not the girl we know!"...Haha. Nobody in Singapore packs their own lunch to work. There's no need for that when there are hawker centres and kopitiams at every corner serving a huge variety of delicious food for cheap. Places where we take just as long deciding what to order each day as we take to eat our lunch. Lunch breaks in Singapore are fun times! I'm still the same girl but living in a different city.
This morning. Tried "art-directing" this picture by gently coaxing my #1 puppy-pal to lie within the chalk outline of himself. The result would be hilarious, I thought, but Dasher refused to cooperate. And I don't love him any less for not wanting to play silly human games!
Edit-to-add (Monday 20 February):
Like these cute kids in the super-sweet movie we watched over the weekend!
Checks-on-checks on the boyfriend. I like!
Meet my new denim pal! I've owned quite a few pairs of dungarees in my time but this is the most perfect pair to my fussypot eye. The right wash of blue (with no ugly factory-made faded "whiskers" at all the wrong places!). Straight legs. And of utmost importance, no "hippage"! Cut ramrod-straight at the hips like men's shorts/jeans/trousers! Woo! You would think that all manufacturers would have the sense to not round off the hips bit when dungarees already create a silhouette that is not always flattering!
And the best thing was I found it buried deep in a bin of yet-to-be-priced new donations at our friendly neighbourhood charity shop! At a time when I was about to scratch (the elusive pair of perfect) "denim dungarees" off my wish-list. For a few dollars! Woooo!
If we take cost per wear into account, the figure is now in the good negative region because these dungarees are all that I've been wearing since I brought them home three weekends ago. With my collection of Western shirts, white ruffly shirts (my favourite so far - a little Huckleberry Finn + a little Little House on the Prairie!) and some happy-print ones borrowed from the boyfriend. Most of the time with Converses on my feet, occasionally my Birkenstocks, Douglases, clogs or Melissas. I can generate as many winning combos with my new denim pal as a slot machine can make non-winning ones. And we're only talking about Summer wear! Think about the possible Winter combos! Toasty sweaters under...big fat cardigans over...with lace-up boots...loafers and low-heeled girly shoes + socks..."Wheeeeeeeee!" for dungaweeees!
That's me! Made my Cheese Platter Tart again. The pretty figs at our local greengrocer were calling out to be eaten. With added cheese this time - a goat's at the bottom and the usual blue on top. And I think I'll be making them again in a few weeks' time because Ms Carpet has put in a special request for me to take some to a party we're both going to. (Missy Carpie, this is the tart you were talking about, right?)
We walked by Max Berry's bit of whimsy in a back-alley yesterday at what I thought was the right time of the day. Yay!
First came Helvetica in 2007. Then Objectified in 2009. Now, Urbanized - the final installment of Gary Hustwit's trilogy of documentary films about design. Typography + Product Design + Urban Design/Architecture! He couldn't have picked a better trio of subjects to endear himself to us design and documentary nerds forever.
We watched the long-awaited Urbanized a few nights ago (with computer hooked to TV, of course! Always!) and loved how easily we could rent and stream the film, for just a few dollars, directly off the website. And we're hoping to get our hands on one of the 250 limited-edition box sets of the trilogy when they are up for sale tomorrow! Wish us nerds luck!
(clockwise from top left) Cassis, White Sesame, Green Tea, Bamboo Ash + Black Sesame
We picked this set of macarons at Cafe Cre Asion (we've been in quite often but I'm still not one of those girls!) last weekend because of their flavours and did not pay much attention to their colour until I came home to find that they make quite a good "mood board" for combos that I'd like to wear this Autumn.
It's still a month away but with the kind of weather (crappily un-Summer-like!) that we've had since the official start of Summer, I might as well start pulling out my toasty clothes from storage. Today is another wet and grey day and I was whinging to Ms Carpet about how we've been cheated of a proper Summer this year, and how I feel so...so...victimised! Yes! Vic-tim-mised! Give me my favourite season back! Now!
We finally got down to watching Restless last weekend. We knew we were going to love it - director Gus Van Sant going back to making a "small" film like those from earlier on in his career after a few "big" ones + the cute cast + a kooky tale - but I didn't know I could love it so much more than I thought I would. And the wardrobe might have played a part on the love-points-scoring front - I like it when the clothes of the characters in a film work as hard as the actors in telling the story. Costume designer Danny Glicker's work on Restless is one fine example.
