The People That We Met

By -
The best part about our weaving session was that it was a very family friendly activity. Children and adults of all ages could take part in it, and we’d cater according to their capabilities and time constraints.

For example, children who were younger and not so sturdy with their hands weren’t left out as Uncle Asok taught them how to make rolls, the foundation of basket weaving.


This little team of cousins and their enthusiastic energy was surely a delight to work with! 


It was pretty funny, but mostly cute, when the two boys kept on asking to learn how to weave a different basket that was on sale when the little girl just kept rolling diligently. 


Personally, I was delightfully surprised to find children interested in our session. Unlike the usual glue and scissors arts and craft, weaving a basket required much more patience. 

In the picture below, we have a pair of sisters working on an eco-basket together. Despite getting slightly frustrated halfway weaving, they persisted and managed to complete one!



For those at least 12 years of age, we let them go ahead and try a basket on their own. Even though it did take quite some encouraging for some of them, most of them did rather well.

This Malaysian girl was surely an interesting one to teach as she talked about how she didn’t like to do “what normal kids do” and hopped onto our weaving session instead.
Another heartwarming sight to see was when a young couple completed a basket together as we explained what Upcycling was to them. They were fascinated because it was their first time hearing the term and he even said, “We’ll be sure to go home and teach our boys!”


All in, the weaving session really blended in well with Club Med’s Family Nature Fun campaign. We managed to use this opportunity to spread the up-cycling and conservation news. Besides that, EnWeave Community also managed to train volunteers (especially Malaysians who were from the Klang Valley) to train others of this art in the future.

Tam Xueh Wei

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bleeding Again

By -
Image
During updating Patrick's status to a friend of mine today, Patrick called out from the bed. I looked up to his dancing eyes and smiling face. This would usually put me in smiles. Instead, I watched his face more closely than usual. Much earlier this morning, closer to 2am, his vomit was mixed with blood. He was down with flu and cough since late last week. Earlier this week since Monday, the past couple of nights had been trying to us both. He woke up a few times coughing that caused him to vomit out his milk. For my readers who have not been aware, every night his nasogastric tube attached to a machine that pumped in milk throughout the night. I do this upon the doctor's advice to assist him to gain weight. HIs running nose irritated Patrick when its mucus dripped onto his upper lip. His body temperature did not appear to reach 37.5C and beyond. He has been active, as per his normal self except during the night he appeared to be more fussy than usual. He also appeared to
Read more

Surgery On My Baby

By -
Image
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word. Mummy supporting and loving baby We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools." My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Menta
Read more

Compression Garments

By -
Image
Compression garments. Burn survivors either hate them or love them. The first time the occupational therapist introduced me to them, it took me around 40 minutes just to wear them on my legs and hands. So hot and tight. It felt like I was wrestling, and the compression garments won the match.   Taking off was another struggle. I hated them. Feeling weak, I would sometime give up and refuse to wear them. Occasionally, there were small patches of blood soaking through the pressure garment, an indication that my skin was still raw and had not stabilise yet. I remember giving a bunch of excuses when the occupational therapist caught me not wearing them. “It’s too tight” or “My skin is breaking down at that area”. I would inform her.  She would look at me disapprovingly, “you need to wear them for 23 hours a day”. What? You must be kidding. Unfortunately, the occupational therapist was not joking. I only began to seriously put them on after looking at some photos
Read more