I was once a girl who was always unsure of myself. Okie, I was geeky and with short cropped hair like a boy. I was plump, or rather, fat, during my school days. But I did not mind about my looks until I went to college when girls-meet-boys and I was surrounded with pretty and rich girls of my age who could afford things that I could not.
And it was until I started university, met my boyfriend (now my husband) and then started working, that I began to feel tired of trying to be someone else. Losing my own self was the saddest thing in my life and it was real miserable. And when I realised it, I felt a super good feeling of relieve. It was like, suddenly, I feel my presence in this world. My soul.
So now that I am doing handmades, I learnt to be confident of my works. There sure to be people who like what I am doing because I am loving what I do. And I am not someone who can reproduce the same item ten times or more. I have to accept the fact that time is limited for me to sew each day. And I cannot make more than I wish to.
Ok, now an ugly picture of myself... with veggie stuck onto my teeth.
Well, I don't care! =P
p/s: zy's fever is almost under control. Yay! But rashes just broke out all around his body. Doc said it's a normal symptom after high fever. I hope he will recover fully soon. Can't wait to bring him to the zoo as what I promised him..
By the way, Happy Birthday Mum! I love you!