I think this is my first time snow shoveling. Uhm, thanks Dad?
From an attempt to convert old 8mm movie. The memory that strikes me the most is the boots: rubber overboots with (bad) clasps, no insulation, and so awkwardly floppy. The idea was you slip them over normal shoes, which was easier said than done.
Just making an afternoon cup of generic 'dirty chai' and it's giving us flashbacks to a very memorable breakfast at a spot in #HongKong that served great 'yuanyang' coffee a few years ago.
So vivid in our memories! The walk across a small park, the corner location, the upstairs venue. Good times. (2017). Can't imagine a scenario where we'd be back there again, given how it's gone off the rails with the authoritarian takeover. Never is a long time though I guess.
When I was a little girl, as a gift for my Mom, I made her this pincushion, that fit perfectly in her sewing box.
I love 💗 that she treasured it enough, to use it the rest of her life – and that it’s come back to me, to treasure, with her sewing box. 🥰❤️
Well that's a first. Somebody asked me a random question in a dream overnight that has caused me to find out more about my answer. I was asked by strangers in a park if I'd ever met anybody so posh that I couldn't understand what they said.
I replied yes. A man named Dr Pugh who I was told was part of the successful UK based climb if Everest in 1953.
I'd never looked into this or really given it much credence but lo, that was Griffith Pugh. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Griffith_Pugh
Today is my bestie's wedding anniversary. This is how stunning she looked on her wedding. They had a Punjabi wedding ceremony in the afternoon at a Gurudwara and a Hindu customs wedding at night. If you've never attended Indian weddings irrespective of whichever part of India, I highly recommend you to. So much grace, so much beauty, so much love you get to experience on such days. 🪷