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Latest issue on 7 Sept 2025. Update every Saturday.

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Watch the Patterns Come to Life

Watch the Patterns Come to Life

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Watch the Patterns Come to Life

This weekend, the studio moves to Great World.
Have you ever wondered how a Nala pattern begins?

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This weekend, we’re bringing the creative process out of the studio and into the store. I’ll be painting live at our Great World boutique on Saturday and Sunday from 1.30 pm to 5.30 pm, working on two brand new illustrations right there in front of you.

If you’ve ever visited my desk, you’ll know it won’t be neat. There will be paint, brushes, sketches, a fair bit of organised chaos and, hopefully, by the end of the afternoon, two new artworks ready to begin their journey into future Nala collections.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.

One of the things I love most about Nala is that every pattern starts by hand. Before it becomes fabric, a bag or a piece of clothing, it begins with pencil, paint and plenty of trial and error. There are no shortcuts, just the joy of creating something from a blank sheet of paper.

So if you’re in the neighbourhood, come by and say hello. Ask questions, watch the process unfold or simply pull up a chair and stay for a while. I’d love to meet you.

You’ll find us at Great World, opposite Starbucks, and everyone is welcome.

I hope to see you this weekend.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
Every Scrap Tells a Story

Every Scrap Tells a Story

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Every Scrap Tells a Story

I was raised in a family where making things with your hands was simply part of life.
My mother and grandmothers taught me to sew, knit, crochet and embroider.
They taught me how to mend things instead of throwing them away, and how to take pride in making something well.

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I still remember sitting my final secondary school exams with my knitting in my bag. Whenever we had a break between papers, I’d quietly knit a few more rows. Looking back, I can’t help but smile. Where did those days go?

Perhaps that’s one of the reasons I’ve always felt drawn to Japanese craftsmanship. There is such a deep respect for taking your time, for mastering a skill, and for creating objects that are meant to be cherished rather than replaced. In a world that celebrates speed and convenience, there is something wonderfully rebellious about choosing to make something by hand.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.

We’ve had the pleasure of working with Tomoko from Cocomahalo Fabric Garden for many years, and every piece she creates reflects that philosophy. Nothing is rushed. Every stitch is careful. Every offcut of fabric is given a second life.

This season, Tomoko has transformed carefully saved fabric remnants into the most beautiful placemats and coasters. What others might see as scraps become elegant pieces that bring warmth and character to a table. It is a quiet reminder that beauty often begins with care, patience and imagination.

Each piece is lovingly hand sewn, one by one, so only a small number are available. You’ll find them exclusively at our Kasturi store. I hope you’ll take a moment to look closely, because in every stitch you’ll find the kind of craftsmanship that deserves to be celebrated and preserved.

It’s always a joy collaborating with Tomoko, and I hope we’ll continue creating together for many years to come.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The Universe Sent Me Aliya

The Universe Sent Me Aliya

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The Universe Sent Me Aliya

I often say that the universe gives us what we need, not always what we want.
Looking back, I’m convinced that’s exactly how I met Aliya.

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During COVID, I had to renew my Malaysian driving licence, and my instructor was Suzana. Since I’d already been driving for years, the lessons were really just an excuse for us to chat. While I was supposedly “learning” to drive, Suzana was scrolling through my Instagram, looking at all my latest Nala patterns and happily telling me which ones she liked, which ones she didn’t, and which colours she thought worked best. Somewhere along the way, my driving instructor unexpectedly became my design consultant.

When it came time to finalise my second Tudung collection, Suzana even brought a few of her fellow driving instructors to our office. They spent the afternoon looking through every design, feeling the fabrics and discussing the colours. I trusted their instincts completely, and every single design they approved became part of the final collection. It might sound unusual, but I’ve always believed that good design should resonate with real people, and that’s exactly what happened.

Not long afterwards, we urgently needed someone for a photoshoot. Suzana had once mentioned that she had a daughter, so I gave her a call and asked if Aliya might be available. Less than half an hour later, Aliya walked into our Kasturi store, and that was the first time I met my muse.

What I love most about Aliya is that she’s simply herself. She has a natural beauty that never tries too hard. She looks just as wonderful without makeup as she does with it, and somehow every collection feels at home on her. Whether she’s wearing our Chinese New Year collection, a Raya outfit, one of our T-shirts or now Aloha Kita, she wears every piece with quiet confidence, pride and humility. She never overshadows the collection. She brings it to life.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.

Today she’s part of the Nala family, she’s studying marketing, and we’re all looking forward to welcoming her back once she graduates. Some people become the face of a brand. Aliya became part of its heart.

Sometimes the universe has a far better plan than we could ever imagine. Mine just happened to begin with a driving lesson.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
One Great Piece Can Change a Room

One Great Piece Can Change a Room

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One Great Piece Can Change a Room

Our collection of handcrafted furniture upholstered in Nala archive fabrics has now found a new home
at Nala Bangsar Village.

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You don’t need a house full of designer furniture to create a beautiful space. Sometimes, all it takes is one special piece. Mix it with vintage finds, family heirlooms, or even your favourite IKEA furniture, and suddenly the whole room comes to life.

That’s exactly how we love to decorate. Old and new. Colour and simplicity. Pieces with a story.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.

Each Nala chair, stool, and bench is handmade in Malaysia by Mr. Soo and upholstered in fabrics from our archive, making every piece completely unique.

While you’re there, you’ll also find our latest T shirts, with the Aloha collection arriving soon.

Come and visit Nala Bangsar Village and discover how one beautiful piece can transform your home.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
Aloha Botanica: One Night on Penang Hill

Aloha Botanica: One Night on Penang Hill

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Aloha Botanica: One Night on Penang Hill

Every collection starts differently.
Aloha by Nala began with one night on Penang Hill.

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I checked into a beautifully restored house, turned off my phone, ignored my emails, and disappeared offline for two days. For someone running a business, that is probably the equivalent of a silent meditation retreat. Armed with a sketchbook and an unhealthy level of curiosity, I spent my time wandering around the hill drawing flowers.

What began as a few sketches quickly turned into a full-blown investigation. Every plant I drew sent me down another rabbit hole. Where did it come from? How did it end up on Penang Hill? Was it native? Was it medicinal? Did it have any symbolism attached to it?

The first flower I became obsessed with was the Bleeding Heart Vine. Originally from tropical West Africa, it somehow found its way across the world and now grows happily in Southeast Asia. Its name comes from the flower itself. The outer bracts form the shape of a heart, while the bright red petals emerge from the centre like a drop of blood. Once you see it, you cannot unsee it.

The plant is often associated with love, compassion, and emotional connection, which feels fitting given its appearance. Traditionally, various species of Clerodendrum have also been used in folk medicine to treat inflammation and minor ailments. Whether or not it works, I was fascinated before I even got to the medicinal properties. It was too strange and too beautiful not to draw.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.

The second flower was the Canna Lily, and unlike the Bleeding Heart Vine, the Canna Lily does not believe in subtlety. Native to tropical America, it travelled across continents and eventually settled comfortably into tropical landscapes throughout Asia. Its enormous leaves and dramatic flowers look as though nature decided to turn the volume all the way up.

The Canna Lily is often associated with confidence, vitality, creativity, and resilience. Its rhizomes have historically been used as a source of starch and in traditional medicine, while the plant itself seems capable of thriving almost anywhere.

My favourite discovery, however, was the Needlewood Tree (Schima wallichii).

Unlike the other plants in this collection, this one truly belongs here. Native to Penang Hill and much of Southeast Asia, it has been part of these forests for centuries.

Its flowers are delicate and understated, with white petals surrounding a cluster of golden stamens. They are easy to miss if you are not paying attention.

Traditionally, parts of the tree have been used to treat fevers and inflammation, while its timber is valued for its strength and durability. Symbolically, the tree represents endurance, resilience, and quiet strength. If there is a plant in this collection that captures the spirit of Penang Hill itself, this is probably it.

The final motif was not a flower at all, but the palm trees that framed almost every view. Their silhouettes appeared repeatedly in my sketchbooks, often without me even realising it. Palm trees have long symbolised abundance, hospitality, freedom, and tropical life. More than anything, they became the backdrop against which all the other botanical stories unfolded.

What fascinated me was not the flowers themselves, but their journeys. Some travelled from Africa. Some came from the Americas. Some have been part of Penang’s landscape for centuries. Together, they tell a story about migration, adaptation, and survival.

The drawings you see in Aloha by Nala began as sketches made during those two days on Penang Hill in February 2025. Over the following eighteen months, they slowly evolved into prints. Every flower, leaf, branch, wave, and palm frond was drawn by hand.

What I thought would be a short escape from work became a collection. More importantly, it reminded me that sometimes the best ideas are not found in trend reports or on Pinterest. Sometimes they are growing quietly beside a walking path, waiting for someone to stop, pay attention, and draw them.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
No Rumours. We’re Really Leaving.

No Rumours. We’re Really Leaving.

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No Rumours. We’re Really Leaving.

When landlord collaborations are not meant to be.
Well, it’s official. Kasturi is really, really closing.

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For a while, I genuinely thought we could save it. Not by fighting, but by collaborating. The idea was simple: work together with the temple, bring in partners, create a destination that would benefit everyone and give this iconic corner of the street a new lease of life. We were ready. We had ideas, energy and even potential collaborators lined up.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.
The reality is that sometimes people see potential, and sometimes they simply see square footage and rental income. A tenant willing to pay more came along, and our story at Kasturi came to an end. It’s disappointing, especially because I truly believe we could have created something magical together.

The surprising part was what happened next. Our Instagram call for collaborators was met with an overwhelming response. Restaurants, retailers and creative entrepreneurs reached out with ideas and encouragement. We even found a partner, Kopi Hut, that I think would have made an incredible addition to the space. I would have loved to see that collaboration come to life. Perhaps in another place and another time.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.

Kasturi has become more than just a shop. It’s part of the neighbourhood. A place where people discovered NALA, found unexpected treasures, had coffee, attended events and became part of our community. Seeing it go is bittersweet.

But there’s one thing I’ve learned as an entrepreneur. Sometimes you don’t get to choose the ending. You only get to choose how you leave.

So we’re leaving with colour, optimism and one final celebration. Our sale continues until the 28th, and we’re clearing fashion, homewares, furniture and some of the pieces that have made Kasturi so memorable. If you’ve been meaning to visit, this is your chance.

Come and wander through the space one last time. Shop your heart out, take home a piece of NALA history and help us give Kasturi the farewell it deserves.

Some collaborations are meant to happen. Others simply aren’t. Onwards and upwards.

The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.
The skirt that thinks it is a painting.