Monday, November 19, 2012


I've always thought that I'm never good with children (and by 'children,' I mean aged 0-7 years; I kind of consider 8-year old's already manageable, or maybe that's just because '8' is supposed to be a lucky number...labo :p ). Oh well, I thought that until Miles was born and became part of the family, and I was named (fairy) godmother.

One-year old Miles. Photo by my brother.

Miles turned one year old just last month and I flew to Singapore to join in the celebration. The first time we met I brought the teddy booties I made for him, which he wore on his baptism. He was still soo tiny and too adorable and I'd watch him, with his back glued on the bed, while he fluttered his small arms up in the air and held on tightly to my hair (oh my, was he strong!). He would smile from time to time and survey in silence all the hazy images around him.

This year, I was ecstatic to  see him again and to sew his Super Mario costume for his first birthday. I was so busy with work, I would squeeze in a few hours I could get during the weekend to finish it. In Plaza Singapura, there's this store called Spotlight, which I fell in love with instantly, where I purchased felt fabric for the last-minute Super Mario hat I sew by hand to complete the costume.

Miles never liked the feeling of something on his head so he would grab the hat, look at it, and throw it on the floor. He was sooo cute, it was both a difficult and fun feat to try it on him to see if it fits. Come his birthday, we had to hold his hands during picture-taking just so we could take a photo of him in the full Super Mario costume.

Photobooth picture with Mommy and Daddy (my brother).

A year ago, it was no-sweat to baby-sit Miles but now, he enjoys exploring around (he could even open an iPad!), and it's just so hard not to like him in all his cuteness. :)

 Super Miles!

Baby's day out.

Years from now, Miles and all of us are going to look back on his very first birthday, and he would hear about stories of gushing ninangs and tito's and tita's. Maybe he'll find the stories funny or cute or corny, but I know he'll smile at all of it. Maybe he'll get the hang of hats and caps on his head in a year or two. Maybe he'll be saying more than 'Papa' or 'Ba ba ba ba' when I see him again (next year!) and he'll be walking on his own. Maybe he'll be speaking Singlish too and start singing and dancing and learning  new things. 

Maybe I'll start sewing bigger clothes for our Super Miles, too. :)

All the same, he will always be super loved, like all children are, and should be. :) 

Missing you already, cuteness.

Sending all my handmade love from miles away,

Thursday, November 1, 2012


I am trying to recall the cheese brand I saw two Sundays ago on TV. What is so amazing about this cheese (from Paris) is that it is still ladled by hand, and you can really see how very carefully they do it, and how particular they are about maintaining the quality of the cheese all these years. 

How can you not love brands like these which, despite their success over the years, still manage to keep the passion in creating things alive by sharing what they do to fellow artisans and craftsmen. Yes, they still call those people behind these brands artisans and craftsmen, veering away from the modern day labels such as Production officer or I don't know, Food Technologist? And these people are not merely part of the company; they ARE the story of the brand, and it is in their hands (literally) that innovations are born, created, and shared with the world.

Take Kayser, for example. Kayser is just among those beloved bakeries in Paris. It is just truly inspiring to come across stories like Kayser's where success is attributed more on the people behind the brand and the sense of team spirit inspired by their very own leader. Where the love for waking up really early in the morning to create something valuable to others really shines through. And where that 'labor of love' is made genuinely transparent and very human.

Indeed, Parisians are quite admirable for the high regard they give to the art of making just about anything--be it food and even clothes and shoes. I hope to someday go to Paris and marvel in its art.

Meantime, the artisan in me will keep creating things, travel where I can, and learn what I can (while listening to my newly downloaded Mumford & Sons Babel album! hihi), so that I, too, can maximize whatever time and talent I have in making others believe that anything passionately done is a story worth sharing with the world.

Taking on the wisdom of Mr. Wally Amos, it takes heart to make a great anything.
These will travel to places with Baby Sage, my former officemate's  newborn girl.

It takes heart to make a great [Fill this out with anything that you're passionate about making]. Believe it  and then work for it! The last words in the book 'By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept' by Paulo Coelho says it best: Dreams mean work.  :)

With handmade love,