“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust
I only have a week left in my trip and had little expectation of anything else that would make it more special than it already is. However, my sister had one last trick up her sleeve. Spoiler.
The Road to Happy
The Road to Happy – Scrapbook made by Shai Coggins esp for me
My heart. Big sis had taken time and effort to make me one of her awesome scrapbooks as a farewell gift. MELT. I go cry nao.
I’ve always admired her artistic skills and enjoyed looking at scrapbooks she’d make for her kids. We’d talk about the how’s and the why’s, sharing bits about my own foray in the arts, i.e. recent penchant for doodling, but, unlike her, I’ve never taken it seriously.
Then the other night, when I saw her working on her mix-media art journal (IRL, I might add — seeing that I’ve also been following stuff she’d share on her Instagram (@shaicoggins) or Facebook or her blog), I teased her by asking if I can have her art journal because I want to have one but can’t make it myself the way she can, haha. I knew she won’t give in to my request so I added that I’d settle for her making me a scrapbook.
Lo — “You jumped the gun,” she laughingly said as she handed me their farewell gift a week early.
When I turned to the first page, I was greeted by a 5-year old me. Oh, hai!
“a pocket full of happiness”
Inserted in the page pocket, my sister photocopied the handwritten message at the back of the photo which was from me (but twas my mom, really — hey, it IS her handwriting and it’d look weird that a 5-year old would address herself in the 3rd person and in cursives no less, haha) addressed to my dad, telling (showing) him that this is “[Sasha] in her Montessori uniform.” Photo dates 21.09.1982. <3
Let's pause a bit to commemorate a historical moment: first time to post a very old photo of myself on my 8-year old blog, haha. I believe I can even call it vintage knowing how old the photo is! AND I reckon it can actually be christened as my first sartorial. Lulz.
“Life’s aspirations come in the guise of children.”
– Rabindranath Tagore
“Buckle up… Life’s a trip. Enjoy the ride. Celebrate Memories. Remember.”
Speaking of sartorials — I was so moved by the gift that it inspired a blog post (hint: this is it — surprise, surprise) which will be accompanied by a recent hobby of mine: pairing experiments and outfit photos. Old news, I know. Ha.
After 3 decades mucking about this world, the 5-year old grew up to look like this crazed woman in her mid-thirties wearing an outfit inspired by the “Montessori uniform,” styled out of a suitcase. Lucky.
What can I say? I matured rather late, if at all, since I still play dress-up and would prance around in mommy shoes.
UPDATE: Outfit breakdown – Montessori over at StyleManila.com
Hold on. Those are my shoes and I ain’t no mommy yet, haha. Must find me one of those husbands first — hoping he comes packaged in intelligent geekiness with a ribbon of romantic bad-assery around glittery wrappings. /wink
Can’t help it. Like most little girls, sparkle is a key ingredient to the recipe of life’s appeal.
Older version of the 5-year old me has this uncanny ability to crack me up ALL. THE. TIME.
“Whenever you wish to change yourself, but find it difficult, start as children do by pretending that you already are.”
Dear sis, Thank you. But words can never really express the very feeling I had felt when I held the scrapbook in my hands the first time. I reckon ’twas one of the
rare times I had felt visible and thought of and loved. And yes, I will fill it up with other things chronicling my time on The Road to Happy.
I love you, sis! /bear hug
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it will be happier’…”
― Alfred Tennyson
P.S. Let’s play catch up by reading this post: HAPPY for 2013.
P.P.S. Breakdown for the outfit will be posted on StyleManila.com, so if you’re interested, you can go and have a visit. Will update this post with a link shortly!