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vintage red scale

I love all things vintage and retro.

Saw this kitchen scale by Typhoon at Robinson’s department store last night.

As I was caressing it, feeling its smooth steel surface and salivating over the vintage design, I could practically hear it whisper to me “take me home…”.  

Oh, how I had to resist the temptation.


I love reading about ‘before & after’ projects on Design Sponge. So inspiring! Makes me start imagining (and also wishing I’m not that lazy) all the things I can do to give my home that personal touch.





Doesn’t this table look like something you’d pay a few hundred bucks for?


When I was a young girl of around 4 – 5 years old, I played with paper dolls such as this (I only had my first Barbie when I was 11 yrs old). We had to tear out the doll, clothes and accessories according to the perforated line. The dresses has little foldable sides that holds on to the doll. After finished dressing them up, we will make up our own stories that involves our masak-masak sets or doll house sets. We would come up with so many stories. One day we would pretend to be having a party. All dolls will be ‘dolled’ up. We would parade our dolls up and down, chat politely to each other and then leave the party and go home. Another day, we would play restaurant. Or play mommy and daddy with little babies. Or play teacher and student.

paper doll_1

Now, kids get to play the online versions of paper doll. I just played with Gisele Bundchen on PaperDoll Heaven. All I had to do was click and drag the dresses, shoes and accessories I like and drop it onto Gisele’s body. That’s it!! No story. No imaginations. But I suppose, a budding fashion stylist may use this as practice ground.

online paper doll

Sometimes, I do miss the old days. Where girls play with dolls or masak-masak sets in the garden and boys climb trees or play with mud and tadpoles. Although, truth be told, I was not the type of girl that liked to get dirty. So I only played with my dolls and masak-masak in the house or patio. And kept the boys away unless they were willing to stay clean and listen to us. *sigh* Those were the days….