Reminiscing over a coffee, mom used to make me nice pretty dresses when I was a little girl. I love them to bit and I still love them. Mom is the closest person to me during my childhood and she inspires me with dress making. I always imagined myself as a fashion designer or an artist. I even dreamt of becoming one. A famous one. I started drawing at the age of 4 and I started making tiny little dresses for my barbie doll at the age of 9 that impressed my family, teachers and friends. Yes, admitedly I’m pretty good at it. *grinz* I vividly remember sewing my 1st batik skirt at the age of 12. That is when I start using a sewing machine. I made bags, pencil case, dolls, gifts, aprons, cushion covers, curtains and lots more. Oh, I also altered and redesigned my clothes back in highschool time so that I could have brand new one to mix and match. Of course, to strut around too. Secretly telling you that some have gone into the waste bin too. shhh…
I haven’t been keeping in touch with the machine ever since I entered college. Those assignments were killers. Nope, I did not enter fashion school which I have a little bit of disappoinment. I always, always, always, wanted to take a part-time course years back (and now) but I’m just afraid that it’s a waste of time and my hard earned money especially. So… Here I am !! The story of Melle and the sewing machine continues !! I’ve decided to learn sewing on my own with help and guide from mom. Hoping that I could succeed ler~ Fingers crossed.