Finally I was able to finish the handy bags that kept me busy for two days. It was actually my first time to have this project of sort. Yes I cannot stop from sewing until the fabric is all made into something pretty. I have a profound attachment or attraction to any kind of fabric or textile especially if the material is smooth, shiny, and soft. I have a list or copy of designs that I made in my notebook which I would set aside for now until I bought some other materials to coordinate with my plan.

It was 16 years ago when my Mother- in- law presented me with a gift. The gift? Tons of fabric in assorted colors, designed prints. Each fabric measures more than 2 meters. OMG! I was grinning from ear to ear. There were more than 50 different variation of linen, cotton, voile, polyester, corduroy, suede, velveteen, satin, jusi and silk in the selections. I couldn't seem to focus my attention. My mind is already thinking of what I'm going to do with those yards and yards of fabric. I wonder where she got all those I asked myself. But knowing she is a good dressmaker and she made her own clothing which is apparently "same style" most of the time. Pant suit and blouse with front zipper. Although of course she had great choice of style and great taste for the kind of textile she usually used for her outfit whether it's a jacket, blazer or gowns. She had the peculiar taste for anything with outstanding color and texture when it comes to fabric. Uhm, I'd like to reveal that we have that same kind of fetish to certain texture. I missed Mom. I wonder where she is right now. I had two dreams of her actually sometime ago. Do I have to have the revelation here? Maybe not. I don't like my husband getting upset about something.

Anyway, I know that she loves red color. While me red is something I don't find striking. I mean red color means STOP. It just happen that my favorite color is violet! I love violet, purple and anything that is lilac or lavender in color. It must have been brought about by the color of clothes I wear when I was very young. My Mother used to sew lots of beautiful dresses. She is one of a kind dressmaker. That's one of her hobbies. She can only sew clothes for me and my sister whenever she was off duty from the hospital where she worked.

The first SINGER sewing machine that my Mother had was a prize from the baby contest that she joined in. I MEAN I WAS THE BABY in that beauty contest! I didn't win the grand prize because I was frowning and crying at the time of the event. However everyone thought I was the WINNER because I was the healthiest and the CUTEST! LMAO! Sige na maniwala na kayo.