So how was your weekend? Mine was pathetic. As you may know, I spent the weekend at red dot design museum. Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, it could.
It feels pointless to talk about how boring it was killing time. Or how the MAAD regulars appeared to have abandoned us. Or how there were 4 empty tables adding to the gloom. Or how I only sold 3 items on Saturday. Or how I sold zero items on Sunday. So pointless. So I won't talk about it.
|The look on the dog's face sums up my mood.|
Instead I'll tell you what I did to fight off sleep. Because as I discovered, when you got nothing much to do, you fall asleep quite easily.
The first thing I did was drink expensive coffee. Not that I wanted to pay $6.20 for a "tall" cup of coffee but I was too lazy to walk 15 min to get a 80c coffee. It didn't work. In fact, it put me to sleep.
I read Shutter Island. It didn't work. It shuttered my eyes.
What did work was I thought of all the words I couldn't SAY to another human being.
I can't say Awesome. I can write Awesome. Just can't say it. I can say COOL though.
I can't say IT'S ALL GOOD either.
I get goose bumps just hearing it said by someone else.
But I can write It's All Good.
Actually I can say It's All Good in a mocking way, but only to me hubs.
I can't say AT THE END OF THE DAY either.
But I can say At The End Of The Freaking Day.
So that kept me awake. Most of the time.
Remember Funan Weng Restaurant which I discovered served breakfast on weekends near MAAD? On Sunday morning I discovered I couldn't enter the restaurant and was trying very hard to force open the door when the waiter came to inform me the restaurant was not open for breakfast on weekends anymore. I was crushed. But it gave me a giggle thinking how crazed I must have looked trying to break into the restaurant.
Here are some random photos.
I'm kidding. This is Ellen, my blog reader - here to pick up her Houses Bag.
And my musketeer, Jon came to visit.
And he brought fabric from his sister. I want to say AWESOME. hehe
Today is Valentine's Day. No, I did not receive any gifts from me hubs. Yep, he kept to our agreement not to do Valentine's Day. I guess I was swept away by all the commercial hype and this morning when I went to the library to return my overdue books, I saw this hulky looking boy holding a single rose waiting for his date. So sweet. (only if the girl likes him) And when I didn't get any gifts when I came home, I felt a little sad. Okay, I confess. I felt very sad. I know it's silly but I was thinking out of 365 days, there's this ONE day set aside for your loved one to give you something and he chooses not to.... Oh, where's Johnny-boy when I need him most?
Oh, there's a happy ending. When me and the kids went for dinner, I opened the letter box and guess what arrived?
Remember the Sashiko thread I ordered from a US store in Oct LAST YEAR which I never received? In January, I made a final attempt to contact the seller and guess what? My package was returned to the seller as they had written the address wrongly. So the seller sent it back. And how nice of her to send by Priority Mail!
This was the original package. Just look at it. It looked like an engine had swallowed it and spat it out.
Good thing the thread is encased in plastic. Because I see ashes....
Yes, I'm deliriously happy. The Sashiko thread saved the day!
At the end of the day.
It's all good.