The Nedoux Sewing Club turned one recently, and I kicked off a series of lovely giveaways, a few weeks ago, to say thank you for the support and encouragement this past year.
It’s happening on Instagram.
The 13th NSC Sewing Workshop took place in July. It’s been a year of learning and growth, and I’m very grateful to be on this journey.
Thank you !
Sew, one finally took the plunge and did this. The fear of my mild stutter held me back for so long. Well, I broke free and did it regardless of the requisite many takes that you’ll never see while gazing at the bright wall decor and signature red lips.
I’ve learned that perfection is overrated, what truly matters is one’s genuine passion to inspire and remind others to be more, learn more and do more.
Stitched with Nedoux- Season One is a collection of 7 fun videos that demystify sewing with easy steps. Do watch and acquire valuable skills, kindly subscribe to the Nedoux Sews YouTube Channel
The Nedoux Sewing Club and The Bloom Tribe would love to introduce the “Sew Seeds of Love Project”; a purposeful collaboration aimed at donating tailored clothes to less-privileged children.
Most children from less privileged communities, especially those in orphanages, typically receive hand-me-downs. Very rarely do they know the joys of wearing brand new never-been-worn-before clothes. Every child deserves to have clothes specially made or bought for them.
I like to think that words hold each other’s hands like best friends, it seems like a reasonable explanation for the spasms that sometimes visit when I open my mouth to speak; the uncontrollable repetition of words joined side-by-side not unlike Siamese twins.
There are days when save for its reluctant shadow, I am convinced that my stutter has left me. Days when I am smug that I don’t miss it as much as it must miss me. Days when I am pleasantly surprised that our destinies weren’t as intertwined as they seemed after all.
Then, there are those days when it comes back and settles down comfortably onto the couch that is my tongue, like it never left at all, and I simply carry on with indifference. It is what it is.
When I was younger, the repetitions made me self-conscious, the thought of addressing unfamiliar people made my blood freeze even before my vocal cords froze. I was anxious because I stuttered and I stuttered because I was anxious. If a snake swallows its own tail…
If I had to list 5 things that I’m very thankful for, my sewing skills would definitely fall within the top 3. It’s a truly beautiful skill that has enabled me to build my wardrobe in a budget-friendly way, and also discover interesting angles to my personal style. The most rewarding aspect is being able to share this skill with other people.
Blassion was intended to be a meet and greet event for bloggers and aspiring bloggers, but one with a meaningful purpose. We wanted the participants to network and inspire each other by sharing their blogging experiences, challenges and triumphs.
The day started with a heavy, unrelenting downpour of rain which concerned me at first, then I decided to be optimistic by telling myself that the heavens were crying tears of joy because the event was finally happening.
A friend of mine told me he’d seen my blog and thought it was fashion themed, I shook my head in amusement as I write mostly about my musings and DIY sewing. “But you pose for photographs in the clothes you make”. Yes I do, in a smiley-human-clothes hanger sort of way.
Well, when I want to read about fashion trends, I dash over to Biki John’s because she speaks fashionese intelligently and has a true passion for fashion (yes, it rhymes nicely). From her witty posts, which are delightful to read, it is obvious that she enjoys what she does.
She’s a cheer leader for African fashion who believes that it should not be defined by prints alone. I agree, just because a garment is made from Ankara print fabric doesn’t make it African, same way rice that’s simply been boiled in tomato sauce is NOT automatically Party Jollof Rice. It only earns bonafide PJR status after being a burnt offering on the firewood altar.