LETS START AT THE VERY BEGINNING

When you read you begin with ABC, when you sing you begin with Do, re, mi
And when you sew you begin with China White(insert laughing emoticon here)

Let's start at the actual beginning, right from when I was a child creating things always meant a lot to me, I excelled the most at creative writing, and then I was found decorating my house with paper or ribbon decorations, so it's no shock to many that I make dresses now or that I write, the shock however is the fact that I have a B.sc in economics and not mass communication or some other creativity inclined course.

I have a lot of sewing tales I remember mutilating a dress that was made for me because I wanted to make it look a certain way, I and then I saw high school Musical and loved this white dress Gabriella wore and decided I was going to make it for myself so little brave me picked up a China white fabric, and this fabric wasn't even mine it was for my sister's home economics practical but who cares anyway I had a dream an nothing was going to destroy my dream, I couldn't lay my hands on scissors so I used razor blade to cut the fabric (I feel you judging me), well after cutting I couldn't find a white thread and I couldn't ask my mommy (if it's you will you ask?) so I picked a blue thread I found and used blue thread to sew a white dress because I could have needless to say my experiment didn't turn out as I envisaged but I couldnt be deterred I moved right ahead to cutting my mommy's wrappers into dresses that just never turned out right.

I continued with my experiments until the summer after my first year in university when I decided to begin sewing classes, but my instructor was rude and I was(keyword:WAS) proud so I stopped attending after one week. Before you judge me she was always sending me on ridiculous errands like "go and buy me blade" "Go and buy lining" e.t.c and then I looked at the people she had been teaching for months they were clueless about sewing and she was always sending them to cook for her and stuff I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me I was going to graduate to cook all because I wanted to learn sewing, also she wasn't educated so her English was a mess and unfortunately I'm not really comfortable with poor English (I have stopped chatting with people on several occasions simply because they said "where do you base") so I with shoulders held high left the place and continued my second class sewing in my father's house.

And so it was, I continued with my hand sewing and hilarious cutting practice until 2015, the year everything changed.

Love,
Yellow peppermint