My mother used to have this old Singer sewing machine that I often used to create my own dresses. I always dreamed of creating my own apparels, and then show them off to friends. But I never realised that dream.
However, for the last five years, I have begun sewing bags, on and off. When I started, I meant to raise enough funds and pay for my mother's medical cost. She was then suffering from end stage kidney failure and was going in and out of the hospital. Times were really tough those days, and I really wanted to help but my bags weren't up to par. Anyway, I did manage to sell a few, but a little too few for her medical fees, which were high. I remember the words of one of Apple's founder, Steve Jobs, concerning hospital beds: they are so expensive. I have to agree on that one.
My mother passed away, after so much suffering. I never realised the objective I set out to achieve. It is sad that I wasn't able to.
I still think of making bags, once in a while, but there are other responsibilities like jobs to finish and mouths to feed. Still sometimes, I like sitting down in front of my sewing machine. I find it a luxury to sit down and start sewing. And I often enjoy the finish product. It is always nice to craft your own bag and flaunt it to admirers.
