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A gift to my favourite couple
So my favourite couple Grace and Douglas recently got engaged! In Switzerland no less. Woohoo! It got little ol’ me so excited that I just had to get them something. :P
Store-bought gifts are just so tacky, and I always liked DIY-ing gifts. So, why not?
I ended up painting tees for them – playing around with Douglas’ last name which is ‘Fun’. Originally thought of “Mr Fun” and “Mrs Fun” (yes, how original that is) but later decided that it would look odd if they were wearing their tees separately. So, I had think of slogans that would still make sense.
Viola, homemade couple t-shirts!
I finally decided on “I Am Fun” and “I (Heart) Fun”.
Tracing the letters (and especially the heart) proved to be a challenge – I had no stencils to fall back on apart from a 4B pencil and a ruler. Painting in the letters without going beyond the lines was an even greater challenge. (It was midnight, and I was pretty sleepy.) But still, they turned out awesome.
All packed and ready to go!
Hurrah!
If you’d like a detailed post on how I paint my t-shirts, you may want to check this out.
Sidenote, the plain tees were from Giordano. Pretty awesome material too – soft and comfy – with a wide range of colours. I might even want to get some to DIY more tees for myself. We’ll see.
It does not pay to be neat but forgetful
Two weeks ago, I bought about a foot worth of white cloth as I had a pair of jeans I wanted to patch.
However, I was way too busy at that time and left that folded piece of white cloth somewhere on my desk. Directly within sight, so that I’d remember to fix my jeans.
A few days later, my neat freak streak got the better of me and I decided to declutter my desk. I ended up placing the white cloth somewhere else in my room.
Now, I want to fix my jeans and have no freaking clue where the cloth is, despite racking my brains for almost three days.
FML. Welcome to my world.
O hai, I am not technical support. Kthx.
In view of recent developments at home – mum getting her very first iOS device last week (the white iPhone 4), and the family maid acquiring a laptop last night – I decided enough was enough and decided to tack the following sign on my door.
This is not the technical support centre!
The hastily handwritten sign now joins three existing passive-aggressive signs on the door.
Bottom line: No entry. Kthxbai.
Hey, I am not the technical support hotline. :(
And to put it very aptly in my dad’s terms, mum + iPhone = iSuffer.
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