pretty packages tied up with more than just string

okay, so that was a really, really corny title. but i couldn't find the words to adequately describe my addiction to paper, ribbons, and all sorts of things to wrap gifts up with.

and with the trips to divisoria, japan home store, true value, and handman (yes, all weird places to get wrapping stuff from, but i actually lucked out on A LOT!) over the holidays, i amassed a major pile of things to add to my already big collection.

and since the goal of this year was to (magically) transform myself into a martha stewart, this was first on my list.

i already had the clear container, but it was too deep to properly organize my stash.

enter cheap black containers from shopwise. they were originally Php199 i think, but there was a time they were on buy one take one. mine was free - a gift from a friend who probably wants nothing more than for me to learn how to keep my house clean.

it took a while, but in time, everything found a home inside the container.

becoming martha stewart

{this is me}

this is me.

i used to think i was going to be a doctor.

blame it on my horribly low grades in math and science courses when i was in college. in the end, i became a lawyer.

now, when i first writing a blog, i was in law school, stressed with working and studying at the same time, and was in a crazy relationship. i envisioned myself as a carrie (of SATC) and wrote about heartaches, and shoes, and what nots. the blog universe grew and became specialized, and i remained the naive blogger writing about her life and loves (or lack of it).

after all, while i did love to travel, i never envisioned myself as the travel blogger.

and while i loved to eat, i never saw myself as a food blogger either.

and no way was I going to be a fashion blogger, even if i did love shoes, and clothes, and bags.

so if i were going to start a new blog, what am i supposed to write about?

hmmm...

i do love cooking ...

and hosting parties.

somehow, over the past year, i've turned into this domestic diva my mom won't even recognize ...

the kind who spends hours finding the perfect lamp for her home and saturday afternoons organizing her laundry room.

and it hit me. this blog, this new home, is going to be about me becoming martha stewart.

i do adore her - she seems like she can do anything! so becoming martha stewart isn't such a bad goal to have.

i just hope i don't go to jail. ☺