
“Go travelling and enjoy life before you have kids!” a statement that my husband and I have been hearing over and over from friends, co-workers, relatives, even family. Not that we don’t want to go travelling, it is because we’re … Continue reading
“Go travelling and enjoy life before you have kids!” a statement that my husband and I have been hearing over and over from friends, co-workers, relatives, even family. Not that we don’t want to go travelling, it is because we’re … Continue reading
One Sabbath afternoon, my friend and I were invited to enjoy the beauty of our friend’s garden. She is Mrs. Anas Situmeang; she’s the epitome of creativity; a woman who is blessed with a heart of gold. Although she’s much older than us, she reflects a vigorous young spirit. It’s always been a pleasure to be around her. One thing that I admire from her is her remarkable passion for nature. Spending hours and hours in her garden is what she loves the most–gardening is her soul. She told us once that she doesn’t mind being under the scorching sun while planting; because she loves doing it.
That afternoon, she excitedly showed us that she just built a small green hut. Enthusiastically, she shared with us how she designed and built it by her own hands, however, she also got a help from a student who stays in her house. We entered the hut, scrutinizing the details of it. She told us that she always spends her time reading, writing, and correcting students’ papers inside the hut. Indeed, when you truly want to create something and you make it happen, the joy is indescribable. I could see the sparks of bliss in her eyes. She does what she loves!
Day 1: I was so ready to water the plant. Day 2: I was still aware of that little creation of God. Day 3: I almost forgot to water the plant, Day 4: I totally forgot about it, Day 5: I didn’t even think of it, Day 6: Was it still there? I wondered, Day 7: When I checked, I saw it withered. Yes, it had taken its last long breath.
Upon her returning from the trip, she saw her dead flower. She summoned me and started asking some questions. The only words I said to her was ‘Sorry, mom. I forgot’. That time, I was blind enough to see the beauty of God’s nature; I didn’t even care. I should have realized that NATURE is the glimpse of God’s smile.
Thank you so much for taking time to read my post. I hope my post is worth reading and I excitedly welcome inputs from you who may share some common interests. Just to let you know that I love your kindred spirit.
I wish I could do lots of things in my life. Taking piano lesson. Being in pastry class. Learning how to sew. Plenty more. Well, I accomplished none! I’m a person who cannot play any kinds of instruments, I also don’t know how to cook well, and I’m hopeless of learning to make my own skirt. I wish I could turn back the time, and learn what I wanted to accomplish. No, I don’t regret MY life. I just wish something might be different if I had done this . . . and that . . . ^.^
3. Kalimantan-style dress
4. Ghanaian Print
8. embroidered bolero
Dress no.1
Actually the design wasn’t supposed to be like that; the seamstress made it wrong. She made a tube-style gown which I hated so much. So I asked her to create an emergency bolero to cover the upper part. And Ta-da it turned out ‘fantageous’. ^.^
Dress no. 2
I made this kebaya special for my sister’s wedding. I don’t really like wearing kebaya. Everytime I wear one, I look like a hundred years old. So I designed something cheerful to make me look younger.
Dress no. 3
I love the fabric so much. It won’t rumpled even after you wash it. It is from Kalimantan (somewhere in Indonesia). I truly love the design. I wore this during my friends’ graduation in the Philippines.
Dress no. 4
It was a present from my Ghanaian friend for my graduation. It’s such a beautiful fabric. I had it made in the Philippines. Unfortunately, my friend hadn’t had time to see me wear this dress.
Dress no. 5
I truly dislike the fabric at first. It’s easy to rumple and hard to iron. I asked my seamstress to buy me the fabric, but she bought me the unquality one. It was also costly. However, I couldn’t argue too much; she had sacrifice her time to buy that fabric. Well, it turns out to be OK and versatile, I can easily spice it up with other clothes or accessories, as you can see in the picture.
Dress 6
It was from my mom’s closet. I love the simplicity. It’s so light; I can feel it every time I wear it. Well, I almost tore it out because I gained weight a lot–as you can see the difference between the first picture and the second picture. I’m maintaining my weight so I can always wear it. ^.^
Dress 7
I bought the fabric in the Philippines. I didn’t plan to buy it. That time I was accompanying my friends to Divisoria (somewhere in the Philippines). I found the print intriguing. The intricate print made me buy it. So, I asked my seamstress to sew it for me.
Bolero 8
Another fabric from mom’s closet. It’s sort of uniform in the family (mom, my elder sister, and my younger sister). They made blouse and skirt, but I told the seamstress that I only wanted a bolero.
I still have plenty of dresses that I designed by myself, but I just haven’t got a chance to take picture with those dresses. Will set time soon to upload more designs. I thank my mom for being my best epitome of creativity. For your information, this coming December vacation, I’ll start learning how to sew a skirt with my mom. I’ve booked her for that. 😀 Can hardly wait! Yuhu . . .
Thank you so much for taking time to read my post. I hope my post is worth reading and I excitedly welcome inputs from you who may share some common interests. Just to let you know that I love your kindred spirit.