Oh, pretty, pretty Natalie! After another redundant Trans-con flight after another, I usually don’t suspect that I will lose a blog-worthy passenger in the span of a five-hour flight, but we were delayed close to four hours upon departure time and our lady captain was so gracious enough to direct our passengers to deplane the aircraft until we rectified the problem as the cabin filled with humidity and heat. I thought I lost Natalie to a later flight, but she boarded yet again as did most of our passengers. Once I saw her again, I clapped and proclaimed to my crew that she was my pretty girl in the pretty skirt.
I think everyone including our uptight purser noticed Natalie in her flowing maxi-skirt with slits paired with leggings and her sweet sleeveless blouse tucked in. It was travel perfected, beautifully.
Oh, a morning pick-me-up, or rather a burst of caffeine at any time of the day for me. I stopped drinking coffee a few years ago. I was never a fiend, but used it on those ominous days I thought I needed it, but realized it could never benefit my intestinal tract, let alone my uncontrollable circadian rhythm. (Black tea became my most sought after friend.)
But here is a product I just came upon, yet again, through my travels. TonyMoly has become a cosmetic company I favor because of their cutesy packaging a long with their products that really work.
This scrub contained in an adorable coffee mug package is thick and luscious like honey and warms up just like a latte to your face. After application and washing away the indulgent scent of coffee beans into a milky foam, the aftermath leaves your skin silky smooth, ready for the day, or night; whichever you prefer.
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I thought that I would never report about shopping in Macau especially with my second time in this “specially administrative region of China.” Hong Kong maybe, but not Macau. On one sunny, but chilly day in February exploring the streets of Macau, I found a noteworthy street vendor amongst the uninteresting, cheap, and knock-offish public markets set against the backdrop of St. Peter’s ruins. In a crowded alleyway of overly pushy street vendors vying for your business, this “shop” with its quietly skilled and creative driving force caught my attention.
With my embarrassing knowledge of phrases in Mandarin, a major dialect Cantonese speakers must learn as Cantonese is secondary to mainland Mandarin, he understood that I was a “Korean person” and that I did not understand most of what he was saying so he made relatable gestures of hand-sewing the beads and crystals into his designs of purses and even shoes, and pointed out that he was famous from a Macau guidebook. The purses displayed in his humbly protected glass-casing were beyond a second take. They were more like Judith Leiber’s renowned crystal-encrusted clutches, but a bit more down-to-earth and more attainable.
This is the vintage-esque purse I purchased from him. I could almost say that it was from my grandmother, or from a prestigious auction!