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.
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So, when I saw that Paper magazine cover of a stark full-frontal naked reality TV star, along with her well-oiled, beautiful posterior, my reaction was a peculiar blend of evenly-measured giggle and wince.
Then, I reflexively crossed my legs and clutched my own breasts protectively even though I was fully clothed at the time. I decided to think carefully about why my own legs came together of their own volition.
Did I cross them because I imagined that it was I splayed across that magazine cover and the thought of globally exposing the pencilled-in stretch marks on my modest bottom was a bit too much for my heart to bear? Yes. (more…)
When I see an interesting garment, I mentally take it apart and analyse the fabric and pattern pieces. I enjoy the thrill from challenging myself to replicate the style, if only in my head.
Likewise, I hope our Ogas-at-the-top squeal with glee (I recommend a high-pitched “weeeeeee”) and then proceed to challenge themselves to replicate when they see interesting countries where systems and processes work beautifully for the benefit of all.
Switzerland seems like a fine model, and there isn’t a patent or copyright law on countries as far as I know. Besides, imitation is supposedly the best form of flattery.
So, Dear Nigerian leaders, kindly flatter the Swiss, make them blush so hard from your flattery, that Mac Cosmetics would feel compelled to release a limited edition lip colour (preferably matte) aptly named “Swiss Red”, matching the distinct shade of a blushing, flattered Swiss.
Their response to my gleeful “Happy New Year!” was a just-as-gleeful, well-meaning and pulsatingly pregnant “This is the year that we’ll come to eat your rice!”
Totally unrelated but perhaps a co-traveller on the same locomotive train faithfully conveying my thoughts, I’ve often wondered about the enigma; Why do long-married couples start to look alike?
Well, after much pondering, I’m convinced that I just might have cracked the code to finding The One that one grows old and withered with. Alas, it’s hardly complicated:
Step 1. Spot a prospective “The One”.
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.
Well, 2016 was an interesting year.
At the start of the year, I recall vowing firmly that it would be a meaningful one, I was particularly keen about achieving relevance. I wanted to be able to properly account for the year on the last day and also be happy about doing both the things that I’d set out to do and the ones that I didn’t even expect to happen.
The most significant thing was launching the Nedoux Sewing Club. The phrase “Do it afraid” sounds rather clichèd, but to be honest I was mostly terrified sometimes, still I kept going regardless, pausing wasn’t an option. I found the courage to persevere and the wisdom to keep improving, by learning from mistakes.
Truthfully, I’m still learning to balance the new balls in my life, thus whilst the sewing workshop thrived, writing and blogging were neglected towards the end of the year.
Here are some of the moments that made this year remarkable for me. I am very thankful to everyone who supported me.
Best wishes for the New Year!
Indeed, austere times call for austerity measures. 2016 is definitely the year of ‘Want vs. Need’ mental debates. Considering the current state of the economy, most people have been compelled to devise budget-friendly measures and stretch their finances across the most basic necessities.
Recently, I thought I needed brand new clothes but after careful consideration, I realized that what I’d assumed was a need was simply a want slyly camouflaging itself as a need. So, I browsed through…
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.