Kuta horse statues
Balinese people love to ask where you are from–they get so many visitors, it’s an understandable question. And being Asian-Americans, we are often a peculiarity. Many think we’re Japanese or Chinese, until they hear us speak English. Then they are puzzled. Maybe from Singapore? (more…)
Good morning from Bali, Indonesia!
We have been planning this trip since we got back from our cruise. For the last eight months, Tig learning about travel hacking; maybe someday he’ll chime in with a post with some tips.
We hope our friends and family enjoyed their holiday season, whatever your persuasion. We enjoyed having our Solstice tree.
Since we got back from our trip, I’ve been working on a few projects here and there. I’m not a prolific sewer, but when inspiration strikes, I enjoy the creative process. Here’s a round-up of what I’ve been working on.
1. Buckwheat pillow for Tig
Tig has been a buckwheat pillow fan since I met him, but his pillow could use some refreshing. So I refilled it with some organic buckwheat hulls and sewed a new cover for him. Here’s a close-up of the fabric. (more…)
Well, this has been two years in the making (minus a six-month break for our sophomore cruise), but it’s finally here. Our long-awaited bathroom.
But first, a trip down memory lane. (more…)
It’s been a while since I posted about our remuddling efforts. I’m working on a our new bathroom reveal, but in the meantime I’m taking a step back to record our thoughts on the bigger picture.
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
Well things blew up spectacularly here in the States. My 40th year of life on earth is proving to be equal parts learning to feel deeply, learning The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck (which I’ve ordered from the library and am eager to read), and taking empowered action. In the spirit of what-doesn’t-kill-me-makes-me-stronger, I’m enjoying a look back at all that strengthens me.
Bill, still looking healthy in October of 2015.
In February of 2016, while we were still in the Bahamas, our friend Bill passed away. My throat still tightens a little as I write this, even though it’s been over six months.
Well, it’s been a few months now. Here’s our much overdue post on coming back to the States.
So the engine never got fixed. As Tig took apart more and more of the iron beast, it became clear that it was not going to work, even if he pimped me out. Instead, we threw ourselves into Regatta week and partied it up over on other people’s boats.