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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Doing nothing … and loving it.

Long ago, when my son, B, was too little to fully understand what exactly I did all day at the office (copywriting), I told him that I was busy working, to which he retorted, “But you’re not doing anything. You’re just sitting there.” Of course I wasn’t physically “doing” anything, but I was hard at work nonetheless. I also didn’t have enough time for myself because I was running around trying to earn a living, be a mom, a daughter and doing countless other tasks. I would feel guilty if I just paused for a while to take stock and re-charge.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Test, test, cleaning 1, 2, 3

I’ve said it before - I detest cleaning the house. But when a cleaning fit comes over me, I’ll start wiping, scrubbing and polishing and won’t stop till my surfaces are gleaming and my hands all raw. At the hardware store, I’ll always trawl the household cleaning aisles and am a sucker for any product that promises to make cleaning a breeze. Ditto when it comes to household tips as wellI - I’ll want to try out any strange  concoction that promises to get rid of scum or stains or rust. And it’s great when the remedy calls for everyday kitchen products that are just lying around, like baking soda and vinegar.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Making myself at home on Hollywood

That’s right, it’s on, not in, Hollywood. When I visited my son, B, who had just recently moved to Hongkong, his tiny apartment on Hollywood Road became home for a few days. I re-acquainted myself with Nom Nom, his cat, who seemed to have settled in nicely and showed me a new trick or two. I also took to exploring his Sheung Wan neighborhood, and discovered some gems that might escape the eyes of the casual visitor.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

If it was good enough for St Laurent, it’s more than good enough for me!

I had a good chuckle recently when I saw in a magazine article that the designer Yves St. Laurent had a snake plant in his glorious Marrakech abode. The picture must have been taken years ago. In the intervening period up till now, the snake plant lost its appeal somewhat, perhaps because it seemed to be everywhere. But it’s definitely made a comeback in recent years, and I see it in home decor and design magazines. It does look very architectural, pointedly reaching up, but what endears the plant to me is its never-say-die attitude. No matter how badly I abuse my snake plants, they just grow. And grow. Which is great for my brown thumbs and bruised ego!