Sewing machine blahs

When I was in grade school, I had this extra large notebook that I took from our little school supplies store. My Mom wasn’t very pleased, we could’ve earned a few more pesos with that notebook. But I insisted that I need it, and she had to let the issue go.

I happily took the notebook to my grandma’s room, took out a pencil, and started sketching. This notebook had thin pages, with badly printed blue lines running across the pages.  I just went on drawing - pouring my ideas in. I tried to immitate my favorite anime character’s clothes and created a few looks inspired by those clothes. I drew strage dresses that would somehow pass as avant-garde.

A few drawings later, I decided that when I grow up, I will become a fashion designer.

I’m still far from that dream.  Well, I do stitch a few things together. I make lace headbands, cuffs and cravats - stuff that I usually use for my lolita dresses. I have several designs left untouched in a notebook I carry around all the time. I have plans on making a beret, more fascinators, more cravats, more chokers… the list goes on. Sure, I could make all of those by hand, but I would love to own a sewing machine.

We do have a sewing machine at home. A 59 year-old Singer sewing machine my grandma inherited from her aunt. Its been down for years, we tried to have it fixed but the last guy who did that stole a part of the machine. Until now, wecan’t find someone who could repair it and not steal its antique parts.

Then, Ondoy came and made that 59 year-old sewing machine swim. Its still in one piece, though its orange with rust and still not working. It’ll take a while for us to have it fixed.

Now I’m gawking over sewing machines on ebay, hoping to find something that’s within my price range. Oh wait, I don’t have that kind of money yet. Still, I can’t keep myself from Googling ’sewing machines’  and trying to figure out how to take one home.

The other night, Doms texted me about a sewing machine haven in Manila. And with a few thousand pesos, I could take one good sewing machine home. Right now, I’m devicing plans on how to fatten-up my bank account account without going dormant.

The sewing machine is just step one. Step two will be sewing classes. Step three will be the actual dress-making shiz. Step four will be making clothes for future clients (I hope there’ll be some).

Ah, possibilities.