So darl a.k.a Wah is back in Kelantan enjoying his holiday. Today I have a little confession to make.
The bags and purses that I’ve sewn have impressed many people, commenting that the stitches are sturdy and neat. Though it’s true that those bags and purses were done by me, but not many know that I knew practically nothing about sewing just 2 years ago. I never liked operating the sewing machine, and I never knew how to. Hand-sewing is OK for me but I only do it when the right mood strikes in, which is like, once a year, maybe?
So who thought me how to handle a sewing machine that seemed to be an alien to me back then?
Wah was the one.
Yeap he was my sifu. He thought me how to handle a sewing machine. Not the professional or expert type but at least I know how to sew a straight line, without worrying that my fingers will get caught and being sewn through.
Why am I saying this today?
I was driving down the road and thinking how has our relationship came to. And then I realise how much he had taught me in life – and how he has been teaching me just the right thing that I needed or wanted to learn.
And I sew this today. Still need to improvise but I like it.
P/S: This post was written last weekend. For some reasons I’ve been delaying to publish, partly because of the sudden slow internet connection at home and also I was too lazy to snap some photos. :)
