Archive for February, 2011
Found these cheap lamps at a friend’s store who sells Philippine native crafts. For a little trivia, these kerosene lamps are used by people who lived in far flung places that were unable to reached by electricity. It is also used during electric power-offs. My mom used to have one of those when i was a kid. When battery-charged lamps were unheard of ^_^.
As you can see, Filipinos are surely crafty and resourceful. The bottles are empty spread jars. The bottom, were the kerosene should go, were empty tin cans and the lids were milk powder lids. Such Filipino ingenuity that I am proud of!
Where am I to do with them? Bet, they needed some touch-ups…
I was fused on what color to apply. At first, I wanted a more lively color to transform that “pauper-ish” look…but, on the the last minute, I decided on black and a darker green for the other…that is, to hide the “many” imperfections…
Now, here comes the twin lamps…I was to changed the handles, maybe tomorrow, can’t wait to blog em up!
A candle with just a small wick would be nice. Thought the darker shades of the holder accentuated the candle flame all the more…
One here…(besides a refurbished carpenter’s box)
The other one here…beside the DIY dried flowers on a recent post
Bear with me, can’t stop snapping…
our weather bureau here in the Philippines should have renamed our season, from wet and dry season to a more prominent but quirky name, La Nina, for that long and heavy rain months and El Nino, for the long dry spell which i think is just starting now. talked about global warming, e? look at those weeds. ..
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these trio of pots were my mom’s things that she used to display in her cupboard. being the only girl, i had the chance to get most of her stuffs when she passed away in 2002. more than sentimentalism, my sensitivities is what makes me hold on to her things, whether it commands no price at all. i am just the person who holds on to memories, dear memories…
i was just a little girl when she bought these, and rarely used. i remember her using the smallest one when one of us had fever and she would cook noodle soup for us.
i planned not to used them, too. instead i’d be placing them somewhere where i could see them. to remind me of my mom. few friends would say, i should get rid of things that belongs to departed loved ones, like mom and recently my dad…because whenever i remember mom and dad, i get too emotional…oh, me and my two borthers have moved on…but, stuffs that reminds me of them, i think it should not go, for now…
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when i went bargain hunting few weeks ago, i was trying to look for some unique candelabras. i never find one to my liking, besides, the frugality in me struck! so, i veered away to other things that caught my fancy. found these stuffs. considering their thrifted price, i thought they were pretty pieces. my sister-in-law said, “how was it anything beautiful to you”. i thought i was hearing Niecy Nash’s screeching voice...junk, clutter, she would say in her tv show Clean House. but, then, as i have envisioned where these stuffs would go, i hurriedly paid them out!
I had placed the rooster decorated plate HERE.
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I always had a penchant for anything vignettes. Come dry season here in our tropical country, when leaves and twigs would dry out and turned to brown, i would go out in the fields, searched every dried flowers and twigs that would caught my fancy. And, so the ones you see on the left in a thrifted white tea pot which i made as a vase, were few of the wild flowers that have become dried and i had collected years back.
Since i had an ecru/brown couch beside it, i thought it was never meant to be there anymore, i thought it was looking for a new home, and so, this end-table needed few colors to complement the couch.
i had to take a snap before relocating some of the stuffs here:
the fickle minded in me loves to turn things over and over here at the house, the “put-it -here-move-it-there” in me makes hubby and the kids a little intimidated because everyday they would see me thinking at the couch, they would play in chorus, “oh, wonder, what’s mommy gonna do next with her little thingies?”
like what i did with the center table during the weekends.
all the same porcelains, i know, i guess, i just so love them all-together. little accent was the yellow wood shavings made from thrift. the lid of the urn was broken by my kid so i had to replace it with those lucky bamboos i had posted it here. see, now, the bamboos have some little shoots, i keep replacing the water almost everyday!
AND, for Drowsey Monkey’s