Wait--it might be your grandma's sewing machine! Being as I am truly, wildly inspired by the book I bought called The Creative Family by Amanda Blake Soule, I went on a quest to buy my own sewing machine. Yes, I can hardly believe it myself, but all I want to do is make things for her. It's semi-intoxicating and completely surprising to me, but I'm embracing it. In a city of 23 million, I was told by my tailor that there is one shop that sells sewing machines. His instructions were simply two cross streets and "look for the old people in the shop." He was on the mark with the old people (cursing my cell phone camera that has the best picture but I can't seem to download it), and the only sewing machine available was this new old-fashioned machine, complete with yellow butterflies and a huge MADE IN THE REPUBLIC OF CHINA label on top. They all showed me how to work it, and until I get my spiffy Hello Kitty! machine when I hit the U.S., this is my baby.
My first project that I finished tonight (feel a bit like a 3rd grader wanting to jump up and down with excitement!) was a colored pencil holder for Sojo.
And of course I couldn't write a blog without a picture of Sojo. When the creative bug hit me hard, a groovy friend showed me how to weave a bit, and I made Sojo a belt. It was a bit too small for her Buddha belly, so she wears it as a headband. Appreciate the support, Sojo!