Price: S$ 8.00
Status: Sold
Comments: One-of-a-kind; no remakes for this piece.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Blue Ocean (Sold!)
Price: S$ 8.00
Status: Sold
Comments: One-of-a-kind; no remakes for this piece.
Enchanting Garden (Sold!)
Price: S$ 8.00
Status: Sold
Comments: One-of-a-kind; no remakes for this piece.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Nails in the Fence
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Dad gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. . . .
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it, and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say, I'm sorry, the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Dad gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. . . .
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it, and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say, I'm sorry, the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
MOODS - Sold 2 pieces...
Price: S$15.00
Status: Allow remakes
Length: 17.5cm
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Dear friends, thank you for visiting Especial.. While you're browsing, I wish to share with you a short story which I've read that touches my heart.
A Baby's Hug
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was ncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose rists.
"Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi".
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skidrow bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.
No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."
A Baby's Hug
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was ncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose rists.
"Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi".
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skidrow bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.
No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Remakes & Customizations
- Please refer to our product code to specify any remake of sold items. Remakes are subjected to material and designer's availability.
- Since our products are all handmade, it is impossible to be totally identical. They may vary from item to item.
- Depending on your order requirement, do allow more days to complete and send out your order whenever necessary. This will be advised through email.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Contact Us
You can contact us via email @ especial_jewel@yahoo.com.sg
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Terms & Conditions
- Our items are usually limited to one piece per design. Sales will be on a first-come-first-served basis upon order confirmation.
- Colour of items may appear slightly different due to different computer resolutions.
- All measurements are estimation.
- All unpaid items within 3 days upon order confirmation will be returned to Especial showcase for sale.
- All sales are final and goods sold are non-refundable nor exchangeable.
- We will not accept cancellations once orders are confirmed.
- Especial reserves the right to accept or reject any orders.
Payment & Delivery
- We will send you a confirmation email upon receiving your order.
- Full payment must be made via internet banking or atm fund transfer to our POSB Current Account before your order is processed.
- All prior payment to be received within 3 days upon order confirmation. Otherwise, your order will be cancelled.
- All prices are exclusive of packaging and postage fees.
- Please add a standard local delivery charge of S$1.00 (for normal mail) or S$3.00 (for registered mail) to every order not exceeding 100 grams in weight in a single envelope. Otherwise, additional charges may apply. This will be advised through email.
- We will not be liable for any item lost/damaged in the mail.
- Hence, we strongly recommend our customers to opt for registered mail in order to minimize the possibility of loss and damage.
- We will not be responsible for SingPost delivery time.
- Unless otherwise specified, all items will be properly packed and mailed to you within 3 working days upon receipt of your full payment.
- Overseas sales are currently not available. However, we would like to hear from you and try to work things out if you are really keen in our products. Please contact us via email.
To Order
Simply email us at especial_jewel@yahoo.com.sg with the following details:
- Your name
- Your contact number (This is vital! It is to ensure that we can still contact you in the event of any unforseen circumstances e.g communication breakdown.)
- Your mailing address
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- Total quantity
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About Us
In Especial, style uniqueness and sweet simplicity is the theme in our creations. Emphasizing on the affordability and versatility of our products, we aim to help you own accessories which are exclusively yours! Our designs are mostly one-of-a-kind; each piece crafted with care, patience and love. Simply Especial!
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