Some things never change

This entry was inspired by my dear friend, Jael, whom I met up briefly yesterday. She said, everyone of us have our own talents, while hers is in writing and literature, my is indeed sewing, crochet, basically handicraft.

Lately, I had my childhood keepsake: handmade Barbie doll clothings, framed up. Kudos to my sister, Eliza, whom had hers framed up 1st. I guess this was part of us that we will never wana throw away, and perhaps this is the best way to preserve them and admire them as and when we can. Since young, both of us were always full of ideas in our heads. As mum had always been thrifty, having Barbie dolls was a luxury, let alone having a whole collection of haute couture for them. So..... we took scraps or bedsheets, pillow cases, and turned them into pretty dresses for them. We even went on to crochet after being abit more adventurous!

All of these, had been painsakingly hand sewn by us perhaps at the tender age of 5 as far as my memory can travel back in time. Those were the days, when computers and internet were akin to unicorns and dragons. I was often looking over my sister's shoulders as she worked, yes, she was the head seamstress, while the younger me, was her only loyal customer. hehe