Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Happy New Year!



It’s just a bit late for new year resolutions so I simply made a short list as a reminder with no time frame attached.


Be humble.

Do no harm.

Keep safe.

Practice water saving measures throughout the year.

Practice mindfulness.

Learn a language that no one speaks. Note: Great. And who am I going to practice it with?

Keep learning.

Value the most what you learn from by making mistakes.




Friday, January 27, 2017

Gold Is Not My Color









Festive earrings made of craft wire. The design comes from an old book. Following the step-by-step instructions was the easy part. It was hard enough on my wrist to make the coils, but the real challenge was to make them look identical. I ended up making a few extra pieces to match. None are identical, just close enough. In most cases, it’s the same with our ears; they can be slightly different in size and shape. Earrings are to emphasize symmetry and they can be more fun to make than wear. I can see lots of plier marks on the coils.


Thursday, January 26, 2017

Sisal Bag



It happened in the middle of the summer on a weekday in the early morning hours. I can’t recall what I was wearing that day except for the sisal bag and the straw hat. The hat was new. The bag was slightly used -- a lucky find from a nearby thrift store.

I was alone taking a stroll downtown at a popular holiday destination. In my bag were a water bottle, a shopping list and small amount of change. As I walked, I heard footsteps behind me and slowed down to let the person pass. It seemed that he could never catch up with me as he also slowed his pace.

When he finally passed me, he took a sharp turn and grabbed my bag by the straps. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I just acted on instinct. Since sisal doesn’t slip easily, I also could get a good grip on the straps. We now were face-to-face pulling the bag full-force.

He was steady on his legs but slow as if hesitating over his next move. I felt his strength gradually increase as he tried to overpower me. It made me realize that I was no match to him. My bag was still in one piece; with all the opposing forces exerted on it, the sisal wouldn’t break. At that point, I thought I should let him have it.

There was a construction site nearby and the workers heard the commotion. They couldn’t have seen what was going on and they decided to find it out. As they got closer, the man eased his pull and let go of the bag. Then he took a few steps to walk away as if nothing happened. Just around that time, the guys from the construction site reached the scene. Once they made sure that no one was harmed, they headed back to work. The experience left me shaken and in disbelief. I was too upset to say anything.

Due to the pulling contest, the slots through which the straps were attached to the bag seemed to be a bit wider now. Other than that, there was no visible damage on the sisal.