Everything in this note is the truth.
I’m not placing any bets.
…on what the girls will be when they are grown. But I can’t help wondering.
Teddy has given me a project to support her first art gallery. I’m to buy canvases and paint so she can do a series of paintings. She wants to set up a stand in the lobby of our building to sell her work. Perfect balance of artist and business-woman if you ask me.
It’s been pretty clear from early on that Ava might want to be a singer. She sings in the shower. When we’re out walking. In the grocery store. But Teddy and Perry have banned her from singing in the taxis anymore.
Perry is kinda a jack-of-all-trades. She enjoys doing lots of things, but a recent poetry reading at school has me imagining a life presenting – anchor woman maybe? Of course, she’ll script everything herself.
Damn this is gonna be fun.
photos by Ian Taylor
Later that day. The Brazilian Blowout…
2 hour appointment, starting at 11:00am – food is necessary. The fastest place nearby was McD’s and I thought the illustration of the funky-haired dude was appropriate. My hair has just enough curl to be a pain, so I can never just wash and go. Basically I have one of two options, commit to the curl by curling more, or blast it straight. Either way, it goes all poofy with the slightest talk of humidity, and Hong Kong is all about humidity. And then it’s hello messy bun. I’ve worn the messy bun almost every day since being in HK.
Step one, wash hair three times to ensure that it’s squeaky clean. And by the last wash, my hair was squeaking each time he ran his fingers through it.
Step two, comb the fruit formula (no formaldehyde) into hair. Then the blowout. Because there are still chemicals of some sort, they suggested I wear the mask so not to breath it in. One guy did a traditional blowout, while the assistant blew the fumes away with the cool air setting on his dryer.
Step three, slowly flat iron to ensure smoothness.
Step four, go to the sink one more time for the last quick chemical set. Then blow dry, not blowout, but just blow dry. And BAM, no frizz, soft, smooth hair. Above I’m enjoying my new straight hair just outside the salon. Hey it’s still straight in front of Zara! Yay no frizz outside waiting for a taxi!
The girls getting glitter and glue on your floor rather than mine? I’d pay for that. Wait, I have paid for that! A month ago it was an art class making cards. A few weeks ago it was floral jamming at Tallensia Floral Art. And I paid again. This time it was an ornament workshop at Mirth. And they were all worth it.
Benefits of these workshops? They’re equipped with the proper tools. The space is suited to the activity. And they’re structured. Unlike a craft session at our casa–I’m trying to cook, or trying to find something to fill in for floral tape, or just want some quiet time. It gets chaotic, disorganized, then we lose focus and interest. And then there’s still the mess to clean.
Mirth hosts some really nice workshops for kids, this was our first. But first let’s talk shop, their shop.
Sweetness in an old 1960s wooden stool factory. A wonderful selection of kid things, me things, gift things, art things, fun things, sassy things, furniture things. And they’ll whip up a little latte for you to sip while strolling through the many wonderful displays. You will certainly want to stroll so not to miss a single detail.
Now the workshop. It was situated in the store, so there was wonderful kid-energy happening in the space. It was perfectly suited for the girls, a felt Christmas Tree. Everything was prepared and ready the moment we arrived. And we now have these charming little trees in our flat. Can you say O Tannenbaum?
Mezzanine Floor, Yip Kan Street (last building on the left), Wong Chuk Hang (Aberdeen), Hong Kong // 852.2553.9811 // Daily 10:00-6:00