coke, Rose
14.10.14
Coke is my favourite drink. I have it almost every day since I was little.
I asked her if she thought it was good for her. She smiled and said: I really like it.
#11 . trade . softserve
do-si-do
Holding hands with boys square dancing was somehow not the same as holding hands whilst playing Red Rover. We were taught how to square dance in PE class and I remember thinking how strange it was that we needed to learn this. It went on for weeks and in third grade may have culminated with pioneer day. Did pioneers square dance or am I just getting things all mixed up? I haven't square danced since fifth grade nor do I remember how, but where would one go should they fancy a dance or two?
#14
the west
My very first sculpture which I acquired at Repeat Boutique. It was not an item of necessity so I was thrilled I got to pick out something for myself. It depicted my idea of “the west” in more ways than one. Made of three different types of rock, I held and inspected it often wondering how it was that they could be joined together.
#13
first trade
I made my first trade with Stop. She is one of the highschool students who attended the workshops last week. I shared my project with the group the first evening and invited them to take part with their own story.
ukelele, Stop
14.10.14
This ukelele is the first thing I bought with my own money. I saved up for it for a long time and it cost 3000 baht. I don’t know any songs yet but I will teach myself how to play.
Her ukelele was traded for my wildcat.
#12 . trade . wildcat
wildcats
My elementary school mascot most prominent on the blue ribbons we received for sports day each year. I was more engrossed with the Wheaton Central Tigers and my sister’s orange+black happenings along with the common occurrence of her putting together spirit boxes when there were games. This must’ve been American football. I think I would’ve been great at making spirit boxes had I experienced highschool life in the states.
#12
soft serve
To my amazement, one did not have to work in an ice-cream shop to twist a cone under a soft serve machine. It's a skill I'd still like to perfect. Soft serve was the highlight of visiting my dad for lunch on campus at Wheaton College. My dining hall in university did not offer such an experience.
#11
tulips
Tulips, my first memory of gardening. Moving from city life in Taipei packed full of people, motorcycles and buildings every which way you turned, I loved our own open space–and to think there was a front yard and a back yard. We planted tulips around the massive evergreen tree in front of our house and along the pathway leading up to the front door. Red and yellow.
#10
valentine's day cards
I fell in love with mail during my very first Valentine’s Day in grade one. We made our own mailbox for our desk and the days leading up to the fourteenth we could deliver mail every morning. There was a rule that if you were going to “send” a card, you had to send one to everyone in the class. I still think mail is a wonderful thing and take every opportunity I get to post some out into the world.
#08
radishes
I peeled many radishes as a kid. When I was assigned this task, it meant we were having people over for dinner. Living in small town America, company enjoyed Chinese fare. My mum’s food was and still is delicious. She started cooking when she was eight. It’s sad to say but I reckon the art of cooking Chinese food is ending in my family with my generation. I do cook a fair bit, oddly just not Chinese. Perhaps I should figure out why. But back to radishes, my job was to peel them carefully taking off only the necessary vibrant red and leaving behind a pile of spheres. Mum cooked it with dried scallops and then it was topped with scallions. I was satisfied I had a part in the aesthetics of the dish. We haven’t had radishes since leaving the states. They’re not easy to come by in Hong Kong.
#07
book it!
Collecting stars on a button for reading books? Sign me up! Loved reading and the pizza was just an added bonus though it did mean a trip into town when my little brother and I both filled our buttons. He would always get green pepper and I’d get pepperoni. Nowadays I think it’d be the other way around...and my Goodreads shelf has replaced my Book It! button.
#06