Jars of buttons, beads, and anything that goes on clothing.
Paper-cut designs to be placed over fabric.
A wallet from my Grandmother's leather goods company.
Sketches for a bridal fashion show.
My brother is a well-known fashion designer in the Philippines, and when his name became a brand he found he needed an office and a workshop. My grandparents were looking to sell their house so they suggested selling it to my brother.
But this house wasn’t your typical Quezon City house with its flat roofs and dull, flat-brown paint. In fact, it also used to be my grandmother’s leather goods shop.
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When Lorenzo first reads one of Ellison’s mysterious letters aloud, he mistakes the postage date for 1951, instead of 1957, and reads the P.S. about the World Series. We wondered which was actually the better year for baseball. Turns out it was 1951. In 1951, when Major League Baseball hadn’t yet arrived on the west coast, what would make somebody from San Francisco mention the World Series in a letter to his wife? When Ed asked Elsie who she thought would win the World Series, there had to be some serious historical significance to be worth mentioning.
We don’t even know how to describe this show. It’s like a city exploded in your ears — and you heard every whisper, every bird, and every chord struck on a Friday night and a Saturday morning, no matter where you were standing.
This episode launches Season One of our serial.
On a Friday night, Dana celebrates the success of her Mensch-of-the-Month calendar, with a party at the Palo Alto JCC. Meanwhile, here in the city, Maggie initiates a misguided attempt to mesh with her beer-brewing roommates, and Ellison discovers a mysterious suitcase filled with mementos from the lives of strangers.
I collect hobbies. More specifically, I collect hobbies in a completely unsustainable fashion. I’m writing to you from my desk which is surrounded by an overflowing stamp collection, a box of neglected jewelry making bits, attractive tissue paper from various stores that I, obviously, shouldn’t throw away, and three repotted plants from my most recent obsession: container gardening. If you like radishes, well, then I’m your girl.