Sunday, March 7, 2010

March 7, 2010 where WE were

I enjoy spending Saturday mornings at a Park . . . 
 most especially a Park with many finds :)


I slowly walk through every nook and corner . . .
discovering the new and returning to the old.


I enjoy the Symphony . . .

the Symphony of Color

. . . of Scents

. . . of Sights

. . .  and Sounds.

Visit the Salcedo Community Market at Salcedo Park, Makati City,
every Saturday mornings . . .






Saturday, March 6, 2010

March 6, 2010 HELP!

WE MUST ACT NOW. 

The recent earthquake in Chile with an 8.8 intensity (plus in Haiti, Taiwan, Japan and 6 others in the last 48 hours  http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/abraham/detail??blogid=95&entry_id=58505) is no longer a wake-up call. 

It is a LOUD CRY FOR HELP.

As mentioned in this blog  http://bybeadedstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-16-2010-save-mother-earth.html, every saving act we do, whether tiny or large, is for you, for your loved ones, for everyone and for the generations to come.

This then brings me to what B=RAVE dude friend has been doing. 

After hitting 4 buckets of golf balls at the Driving Range a week ago, B=RAVE dude friend gave me 6 more recyled pizza boxes  for my bead crafts.  This time, the boxes came in full color which absolutely added more character. 


We decided to stick with the "journal" box concept since By Beaded Story is all about my bead works that interrelate with my day-to-day routine.  The colorful boxes are now on display at my night table. Lovely to look at especially with the yellow light coming from my lamp.

Before heading back home, B=RAVE dude friend gave a short tour around his garage workshop.  I then discovered these.... 

Picture frames made out of  newspaper, telephone directory, ash,
eggplant skin, coffee grounds


Paper made out of newspaper and receipts

Absolutely no idea on how he made paper.  My first and last attempt to make paper was in High School.  I failed.  But he uses this and I didn't. . .


He has even started planting herbs in recycled containers.  Can't wait to see all these in full bloom.  It may take time though.  He said to wait until July. 

I admire B=RAVE dude friend for what he has been doing.  With his cause to recycle and grow more greens, he has created a following amongst the children in his neighborhood.  They visit him in his garage workshop when he works in the mornings. They even help pull-out weeds.  I was a witness to it.  Tiny voices were calling out "PARDS" (partner for short) when they heard B=RAVE dude friend's voice. I saw their excited faces looking over the fence.

With what I witnessed, I realized that "PARDS"/B=RAVE dude friend stands as a good role model to these youngsters.  He may not be aware of it but he has taught them a GREAT way to build a beautiful future. 

P.S.  To PARDS/B=RAVE dude friend (Bien):  I have a pizza box for you.  Lol! Also, make sure to mark all your works (including my boxes) with your signature.  These are your works, not mine nor anyone else.  I am just your fan! Bravo!

Friday, March 5, 2010

March 5, 2010 FATHERS DAY

Today is FATHERS DAY!

I celebrate my Dad's birthday today.  This should have been his 69th year. He passed away more than 2 decades ago, but I know that he has never left my side. 

Way before Sonyas Garden existed, "the garden"  already came alive in my mind.   No one is allowed to enter the blue picket gate.  I discovered this.   Unlike any other gate, there are no borders, there are no fences.  The only way is to close my eyes, pass through the picket gate and walk  barefoot on the most beautiful path. 


At the end of the path, I see Dad in white by a fountain tending to his plants.   He stops when he sees me.  We embrace and he walks with me toward his cottage. Before we enter, I talk long (very long) and he just listens. 

As soon as I finish, we enter the white wooden door of the cottage which I call . . .  the cottage with no walls.

The first time I saw this, I asked, "Won't the wind blow you away?".  All he did was make me see the most beautiful sight I have ever seen  . . . Angels playing happily in his garden. 


I will visit Dad today to greet him a Happy Birthday right  before I pick-up Dad # 2 from the airport.  He is arriving at 11:45 am with a sign calling out my name (Lol!  That's what he said in his email.  Please don't!). The sky is gloomy, with a bit of drizzle.  A happy break from the scorching heat.  It must be because of Dad # 2 . . . another theory, he attracts the rain. 

I am so excited to see Dad # 2.  He was in Manila October last year (after Typhoon Ondoy and during Typhoon Pepeng).  Then we were together again 2 weeks after in New York. He was declared the official companion during my trip.  It's my turn. I wonder where I'll take him this time.

Most likely, we will have breakfast in a Park tomorrow, then have lunch in a garden and walk along the labyrinth path next weekend.

The Angel Charms I used for my Flora 2010 collection

Thursday, March 4, 2010

March 4, 2010 TO THE RECKLESS DRIVER OF ALABANG ZAPOTE ROAD

I became a backseat driver since the time I learned how to drive.  I even formulated an absurd theory that my husband magnetizes reckless drivers on the road.

True enough, we almost got hit last Sunday night. A negative case of law of attraction.

We both reacted to the situation with heated heads.  Unfortunately and like in any other case, the reckless driver did not care at all.  He zoomed away, while we were left with anger which then evolved to a vicious arguement and a ten to fifteen minute tricycle ride.  Like what I said in my blog yesterday http://bybeadedstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-3-2010-clear-mind.html,  there are days when we are filled with swirls and twirls . . . that night was one of them.

We patched things up in the morning.  Then, I started analyzing with a cooler head and a calmer heart.


The situation was not a matter of who did wrong or right.  It was a matter of allowing a bad situation rule over us.  In our journey together, we have come to realize that there is no such thing as a straight path.


  
There will always be twists and turns that will either surprise us with good or tempt us with bad.

Now, it's all up to us how to react and handle the situation.   There are no easy steps especially when faced with the unforeseen and the unexpected. 

All I know is that let this be a lesson learned.
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To the Reckless Driver(s) of Alabang Zapote Road (and everywhere else): 

You may have your reason.  But let me ask you a question. If you come across this, the exact same thing that crossed my path when I trekked down the slopes of Tagaytay, will you take the risk of being the cause of its harm?


 Think about it.  Maybe there's a little bit of care in your heart. If none,  life does not deserve YOU.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

March 3, 2010 A CLEAR MIND

There are moments when our minds are clogged with swirls and twirls . . .


It becomes too congested that we end with a dark cloud looming right above us.  We then freeze in time -- not able to move forward, not even able to step back.

Have you experienced this?  What do you do? 

I take these easy steps:

Step 1:  BREATH DEEP.  It helps de-clog.  If it does not work, I move to ...

Step 2: CLEAR THE CLUTTER.  The clutter in our immediate surroundings contribute to a lot of swirls and twirls.  Once clutter-free, it becomes much easier to breath deep.  Or ...

Step 3:  LOOK FAR and let the distance PULL the swirls and twirls away.

In other words, I take time to rest. Leave the old and start anew.  Then for some reason, a clearer mind sets in like a clean blank page . . .


Try these simple steps.  There's no harm.  After all, we need a break :)

the black TALA swirl

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

March 2, 2010 I ♥ KIM

I nagged my friend, Chiqui, to buy me this CD in SM Makati when I went on a one-week leave in 2007.  Instructions were crystal clear . . . buy NOW, send thru my husband, pay when I return.

Instead, she gave me this as her birthday gift :)


Yes!!!  I   KIM CHIU.  I   her song CRAZY LOVE . . . . Listen to the song and sing along with Kim.



Boy, I am super baduy and crazzzzyyyyyyy!!!  But  these two make me tick and smile wide.  So yes, I am baduy . . . crazy . . . plus a Kim-fan . . .  therefore, I am inspired. Wheeeee!!!!

How nice it would be to go back in time and experience this cRaZy -  kilig -  pupPY - babaw love one more time   Gosh! Can't take off this smile from my face :)  I can't even think sTRaiGHt . . .

Hmm . . . I think this is an effect of following too much blogs of today's young generation. Here's the common theme:

-  subject:  a mean (haha!) Crush
-  story:  Crush ignores, abuses or does not even know that she exists!
-  conclusion:  i am brokenhearted!!! too (LOL!!!))

I agree, to be young and in-love is a crazy combination.   Even my beaded cloth necklace can't make a perfect heart shape.  That's how crazy it can be.


But think of it this way. . .  Crazy Love is such a sweet spice!  Without it, how BORING it will be. . .  no smiles, NO TEARS, no mind games, NO STUFFED TOYS, no chocolates, NO ROSES, no torn letters,  NO SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, no first sweet kissES :(

So to my fellow "young" bloggers, just enjoy the ride.  I'm pretty sure that when you reach my  "teeny-weeny" bit older age, you'll also look back and smile at the craziness  ♥

P.S. I call my husband Gerald and he calls me Kim in my BADUY and CRAZY thoughts!

Monday, March 1, 2010

March 1, 2010 LASO COLLECTION

I thank the age when ribbons were discovered.

Do you know that.....Ribbons appeared when civilizations began crafting fabrics. They are among the oldest decorative or adorning materials. When all textiles were handmade, items with the finest threads were the most expensive. But the simplest, most coarse textiles in plain colors could be made more elegant and individual with a bit of ribbon as decoration.


 In the Middle Ages, ribbons were so identified with luxury that, during the sixteenth century, the English Parliament tried to make the wearing of ribbons a right of only the nobility. They were also identified with certain orders of merit; the Knights of the Garter wear broad blue sashes to this day, and the Knights of Bath wear red.


By the seventeenth century, ribbons stormed the fashion world. Both men's and women's clothing of this period were extravagant, and every accessory from gloves to bonnets was festooned with ribbons in many forms. A length of ribbon could be given as a gift to decorate clothing, for use in braiding and curling hair, for ornamenting baskets and furniture, or for brightening linens. Ornately patterned household fabrics were further bedecked with ruchings (gathered ribbons), frills, and rosettes.


The huge demand for more elaborate ribbons prompted a manufacturing revolution in which Coventry, England, and Lyons, France, became hubs of ribbon design and generation.


This ribbon industry sprang from the silk trade. Merchants who traveled the "Silk Road" to and from Asia sold raw silk to middlemen in Europe who boiled, cleaned, and dyed the ribbon yarn and sold it in "twists" to weavers. The enormous demand for ribbon was one of the sparks of the Industrial Revolution.  


Peasant costumes of many lands are often distinguished by single or braided ribbons that are dyed bright colors, decorated with lace or beads, or patterned. Unique designs came to characterize cultures.  During the Napoleonic Wars early in the nineteenth century, the ribbon industry suffered a major decline because skilled weavers from England and Western Europe were recruited for military service.


The next ribbon "boom" occurred in 1813, when picot-edged ribbon (with tiny scallops along the sides) became a fashion must. Ribbon-weavers reaped the benefits for the two years picot-edged ribbon topped the fashion charts. Ribbons often followed fashion trends. Deaths at the courts of Europe stimulated the demand for black ribbon; military tapes, jacquards, and medal ribbons became symbols of military regiments and the highest awards nations could bestow.
 

The Victorian Era was the last to see a ribbon boom when the dresses, underclothes, coats and cloaks, and hats of Victorian ladies used yards of ribbon. Trade agreements between European countries killed the English manufacture of ribbon because cheap labor and ever-larger looms could not produce competitively priced products. 


The development of synthetics and paper fibers for use in making gift wrap quickly extended to the ribbon world in our times, and ribbon became as adaptable to modern living as other fabrics. Many types of ribbon today are colorfast, shrink resistant, and able to be washed or dry cleaned.


In the 21st century . . .  I use Ribbons for my Laso Collection.

***History of Ribbons by http://www.answers.com/topic/ribbon












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