This past weekend, I completed my sewing course. It was everything I love; the touch, the colours, the fabrics, the multitasking, the hand coordination, the on-the-move environment/feeling.
I just love anything groovy, antique, subtle-chic, stylish, dreamy, and tasty.
I like to engage my imagination, and I am proud to say I finally feel like I am on the right track to find a way to nurture it into a career and passion.
A few years ago, when I moved to this city, I used to pass through the alley where my sewing school is, and I would always stop infront of the window of the room where my classes where held. I would take mirror selfies there because the room and huge window were aesthetically pleasing to me. At the time I did not know what the room or building was for. I just felt cool walking on that block and taking a quick snap of myself in the mirror.
6 years later, I have sewn my first pair of shorts thanks to the room behind the cool mirror.
I have not written anything here for a while because I was busy living my next articles.
I have a wide range of subjects I want to write about, and I still do not know why I write all these things here. But I like how I feel after writing my short stories, so I shall keep at it.
This post had no lesson or reflection really. It is a piece of relief and loud excitement.