Another year, some more red envelopes/lucky envelopes (lai see) with vibrant colors and good wishes to showcase.
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I’ve got a thing for Japanese ceramics like these bowls.
And these ones. I admire them, covet them, love them. Yet the only Japanese ceramics I own is a set of four small bowls I bought at a garage sale, from a lady who said she got them at a store in San Francisco’s Japantown. Why don’t I give into my fixation with them? Because I’d rather spend my money on food.
I’m down, but what’s the in-flight meal?
I’ve always thought honey is underrated.
I swear that I’m not really a 12-year-old girl. Although I sometimes act like one.
Sort of gives you the warm fuzzies, eh? I love food, but I love warm fuzzies, too.
Now please excuse me so that I can go eat a donut. This post is especially for those people who are, like me, having a Case of the Mondays.
The front of the box.
The back of the box.
The “Eastern Treasure” inside of the box. Now do you want to see this little guy in action…er, sort of? |
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