a Mother in Search of the Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Confessions of a Shopaholic

If you have checked out Olive’s instagram account @sophie.leeze, you would know how deeply poisoned I am by instagram and the ig shopping that comes with.

Truth is, I never liked shopping. I am calculative when it comes to personal spending. I share a cupboard with the husband and his clothes outnumbers mine. I probably take up only 1/5 the space of our humble little shoe cabinet. Bags? What bags? At this point in time, I don’t even know what bags I own because the only thing I carry around is a basic black Gregory backpack which turns out to be my most trusted diaper bag. To me, the opportunity cost of buying a “lowest-tiered” Birkin bag equates to 2 holiday destinations with a minimum 2 weeks each travel plus a high-end compact camera to go with.

Not that I don’t indulge in everyday or affordable luxury but I simply do not have the heart to purchase luxury goods beyond the premium core category in Rambourg’s luxury power ranking.

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Source: “The Bling Dynasty” by Erwan Rambourg

I also do not have the guts to invest in luxury goods, even if statistics reveal that a super premium bag could be a better investment than S&P 500 or gold.

Anyway, the real point I am making is that after giving birth to Olive, something in me snapped. More accurately described by Oska, the woman in me had been unleashed and I became a shopaholic. But the crazy shopping is really just for Olive, not for me.

My family is judging me for Olive’s different daily outfits and why wouldn’t they? Even I think it is outrageous for a baby, now toddler to have more than 365 sets of clothes a year. But I am an addict. A full blown addict who is willing to spend 150USD on a teeny weeny piece of clothing that Olive would outgrow in a flash. An addict who wakes up at 3 am in the morning to score some handmade one-of-a-kind clothing. An addict who refreshes a window or multiple pages a hundred over times, 5 minutes before new products are launched from brands highly sought after by equally crazed mothers. An addict who requires interventions from friends. The interventions did help put things into perspective for me and withheld a significant amount of spending. I think my severe addiction has been reduced to a somewhat moderate level and my compulsiveness is a lot more controlled now.

But still, I don’t think I am ever going to quit shopping for Olive and dressing her up. I will however, endeavor to minimize the spending by:

  1. Setting a limit to how much I will spend on her clothes each month;
  2. Buying affordable, comfortable yet stylish clothes;
  3. Encouraging more reminders and interventions from family and friends to prevent me from backsliding. Continue to judge me if you will, especially if you are judging because you care!

On point number 2, I have decided to shop small and support local labels/businesses in both Singapore and Indonesia. The latter will be part of my ongoing conquer-Jakarta-and-beyond project. I will set up a page to feature the ig shops I shopped at for Olive without breaking the bank.

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No Other Love, Mama I’m Cryin’

Olive is so cute, she’s scary!

Halloween is not over until I say it is.

Halloween is not over until I say it is.

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The Force Is Strong With This One

Inspired by a photo that Uncle George posted on his Facebook account, I replicated this for Olive’s first photoshoot:


No evil will dare leia hand upon her.

And topped it up with this:


Yoda not simply take one shot when she’s this cute. Many, you will take.

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Ms. Ulb begins…

I have had several blogs before, and none of which stood the test of time. I was easily restless and enticed by newer, better social networking platforms and obviously lacked the willpower to continue what I have started out to do, but most of all I think it was because I never had clear objectives set out for blogging.

The main reasons to the start of this blog are in anticipation of:

1. the checking out of the first accidental occupant of my very own hotel uterus, and this occupant will henceforth be referred to as ‘Olive’;
2. the quitting of my job for my husband, henceforth referred to as ‘Oska’ and Olive; and
3. the relocation from one city to another for Oska and Olive.

The key objective for this blog is to embark on a project where I can:
1. learn, seek enlightenment, and share about love, life and everything in between;
2. channel my energy towards, since it will soon be a total hiatus from work; and
3. maintain my sanity by keeping connected to the people I love and care about when I move to a foreign place.

This is a project undertaken by a new mother in search of the unbearable lightness of being as she starts from zero countless times, and takes on the many challenges in life.

Olive @ 13 Weeks

Olive waves ‘Hi’ @ 13 weeks.