santy claus, benjy, santy claus*

{a few of my birthday giftees}

meet my latest thing to hit.

my teacher calls it a desert island instrument.

i'm thinking of calling it:

stan

the doumbek 

{thoughts?}

also under the birthday tree were these pretty little rings:

the leftsky is a gem my mum got for her 16th birthday

{she was/is a swank lady}

on the right is

esther

this is esther junior.

a turtle mbira from two of my most favorite people, becca and billy!

she is esther junior because she was born a few hours after esther senior

{her mass has nothing to do with it}

wouldn't you say turtles are the darndest things?

imagine the possibilities if you had a shell.

stoop made me a

mustard making kit

"the possibilities make me so excited i might explode" {frank}

plans to take over the world via mustard manufacturing might finally become a reality.

options discussed at this eve's dinner table were:

whisky mustard

vodka mustard

mango mustard

panda mustard...

{i actually can't give away most of the good ones before i patent them and drown the world in them}

i die.

sarah shu, a.k.a. co-dim sum monster, a.k.a. my brother, a.k.a. jewelry maker extraordinaire

designed for me the statement necklace of all statement necklaces:

the babakoo pok ban pendant.

just pretend for a moment that you're chinese

and that you don't really speak english

and that you work at dim sum a go-go and someone says 

i want one of them fluffy white lookin dumpling with the barbecued pork inside

you're response may be bewilderment 

and an

oh, you mean babakoo pok ban?

dang, is that offensive?

i can't wait to wear this with my tiffany's star of david, btw.

dang, is that more offensive?

xoxo

yeh

*perhaps the best line from faulkner's masterpiece