Little Miss Shopaholic

Tea with me?

The venue where I have been going for my twice-weekly training sessions just happens to have a thrift shop, which is open for four hours a day. Whenever I can, I’ll make an effort to check out the shop during our ridiculously short lunch hours, just to see what treasures there are in that tiny little space.

I had spied a vintage turquoise suitcase going for $2 one afternoon. Silly me decided to deliberate about it (ie. post my dilemma on Twitter and expect some answers from my Twiends) and by the time I had made up my mind (BUY!), the shop had closed. And when I went back the week after, it was gone.

Lesson: NEVER think about vintage purchases – JUST BUY.

Anyway, one brief trip to the shop last week found me lugging this gorgeous set back into the training room. All my coursemates were amazed, they could not believe that I had actually bought something at the thrift shop. Heck, not all of them knew of the thrift shop to begin with.

Tea and scones for you, m'lady?

I was immediately captivated by a horrendous BIG pink prom dress and this elegant set of teacups. I didn’t buy the dress because it was just too ugly (even I have ugly limits) but how elegant are those rose prints? I feel all English already. Except these said “made in China”. Nobody does fake English like the Chinese.

English breakfast tea?

There are four very dainty teacups with matching saucers and lids. And by dainty, I mean, TINY. I could probably finish my tea in two big gulps. Which, of course, means that husband won’t be using it anytime soon. He’ll probably burp and cause the cups to break or something.

So that leaves me with a dilemma: should I store these away for use when I have girly guests over? Or should I just pretty them up and stick them into the display cabinet for…display?

Any girly person wants to come over for some tea soon? 🙂

Once more with vintage tint
Letters to

Before I hit 30

Dear Tiny Human,

For the first time in a long while, I have been feeling positive. Let’s just say that your Dad and I did the whoo hoo at the right time and I am thinking that this may just be IT – IT meaning you, of course.

I’ve been feeling ridiculously nauseous for a while now. Last night, your Dad and I were watching Britain’s Got Talent (a most excellent show, I hope it’s still around when you get to watch TV, like 12 years after your birth) and one of the acts was a burping man. Yes, my love, this man was on national TV to perform a most gigantic burp. It was so repulsive that I felt like throwing up my dinner, which was the chicken stew that your Por Por made. It did not affect your Dad at all – he’s been through national service after all – and I was left wondering if it’s just me.

And today, I saw something that made me feel optimistic and hopeful: the website which I go to for support calculated that your due date would be Jan 12, 2011, if you have been conceived. That means, you will be born on the same day as your Mommy some 30 years later. How tragic! Well, I do want to have a day where I get pampered like a queen by your Dad but truth be told, I am feeling sad for you because you will never get to celebrate a birthday on your own.

Also, I am not sure your Dad can handle another Capricorn in the house.

But I’d rather have you born on my birthday than none at all so please, please, please make your grand appearance soon, okay? Although it would be great if I could squeeze you out before my 30th, thank you very much.

Love,
Your Momma