Why did I started sewing?

My god. I was asked a very difficult question that I only managed to solve like so many hours later. But at least, I solved the mystery! Ha!

So, why did I started sewing?

I squeezed my brain real hard and I thought hard about what was my first project. Uh huh! Then I remembered. My first project was actually a little tissue pouch! And a little bag for my dear Shihua! And why I made them was because I was shopping at Daiso and I saw this impossibly nice cloth that shouts 'SHIHUA!!!!'. (Didn't take any photo! GAH! But, it's blue and white stripes that suits her so much.)

So, to make my imagination into reality, I bought the cloth and asked mama to teach me how to sew (she happily agreed because she thinks it's a good thing to pick up!). It started off with jaggered stitches. Ha! I broke uncountable number of needles. I have to scream 'MAMA! Help!!" so many times. Ha. Thank god I did not spoil her machine in the end!!

Yeap. So, that's how it started. A really beautiful start. So, I have to thank Daiso, as well as my vivid imagination, don't I?

From that point onwards, I developed a love/fetish towards sewing. And I realized how expensive this hobby can get. And how I would still look at fabrics and say "I have to make this with this!". And how terrible it is when my ideas are brimming out of my brain but I have no time/chance to sit down and do what I love. I should probably quit Science. Ha!