How not to get personal


As you may know, 99% of the products in  the shop is my own design. My own art work. We even have machine to make them into products ourselves. I put my heart and soul in every single thing in the shop.

So when someone comes in and asks why don’t I sell expresso cups? Or why don’t I have placemat. And the look of their faces are like “what kind of shop is this? You don’t even have an expresso cup?” How can I not get personal?

The most random question I’ve got so far is if I sell bicycle bells? But I have to say the winner has to be this – do I sell mattress protector!

The first few times when I got questions like this I got quite upset. I guess it’s not the question upset me. It’s people’s reaction. (The what-kind-of-shop-is-this expression) Now I can laugh it off but it still hits me sometimes.

My husband keeps telling me to forget it. Don’t take it seriously. I know I know. Long time ago I read a book from my favourtie song writer and she said when she finished writing the song, how we, as the audience, interpreted the songs don’t bother her anymore. It’s up to us how to read the songs not her. That is so inspiring!

One afternoon an old lady pointed at my card and the cushion that have the cat and bird drawing on it and said “this is not a cat is it?” I looked at my husband I was like “WHAT?!” I just smiled and looked away. I let my husband handle it. If I have nothing better to say I better not say it.

I am still searching for a way to keep calm and not to get personal. Maybe I should make an appointment to see Dalai Lama (if he has time 😭) Maybe I should get professional help? Or maybe I should just not care anymore.

My story – Hong Kong

Growing up in Hong Kong is very different than growing up in Australia. My husband and I always have discussion about which is a better place to grow up – Hong Kong? or Australia?

I have to admit Hong Kong has given me a lot of fun. When I was a kid I used to have heaps of snacks from Japan and other Asian countries which is not available in Australia. We have a lot of street food. We watched TV shows from around the world. We have double decker buses. We have the latest video games. We travel to other Asian countries for holiday in no time. It’s an incredible city for kids.

On the other hand growing up in Hong Kong was so much stressed. It felt like we were forever in competitions. We always have to be better, quicker, smarter than the others.  We started schools at 3 years of age while most of the kids start their school at 5 in Australia. I learn how to write my name when I was 3. I also knew how to write ABC and numbers. I am not saying it’s better. I am just saying it’s different.

Hong Kong is beautiful and unique in its own way. I love it.

Hello from the other side

Hello from Hong Kong!! I am so excited to see my little brother getting married on Sunday! Renee, my wonderful friend, will be working at the shop at South Melbourne Market from today until I come back. She is the nicest person I’ve ever work with. I am sure she’ll bring more happiness to the shop!

My story – 6 years ago


Thanks to Facebook I found a photo of my market stall 6 years ago in Melbourne. Who would have thought I would have my own shop today?

I remember I was working at the hospital at that time. Struggling to deal with exceptionally annoying lazy colleagues everyday. Flying to Melbourne to do markets at least once a month. Just because I believed I can do better than what I was doing.

People think I was crazy but I don’t care. I was dreaming to move back to Melbourne where all the creative people are. I was so desperate to make it works. Life will only change when you become more committed to your dreams. There’s no fast track you just have to keep trying. I love those time when I took all my handmade goodies from Sydney to Melbourne. I was so determined. I didn’t become a super star in the market instantly but it definitely made me realised what my dream is.