Mananahi

Singer Sewing Machine
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One summer afternoon, Tita Mina was looking all over for me. Frustrated, she went upstairs and scanned the room. She heard a small humming voice seemingly coming from beneath the skirts of the sewing machine cover. Lo and behold, she found me, swinging contently on the peddle, cutting my hair with scissors and singing the alphabet.

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Parts of my summer were spent with my Nanay in Tiaong Quezon. I would help her cut retaso with a paper hexagon for pattern. For a day or two, she would sew them together and form a bedsheet or table cloth which she used around the house. Kaya naman when I wake up, there are hexagon shapes all over me :D

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I grew up with pajamas sewn by my Apong Babae. I miss her and her tea rose scent.

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By now, you can tell I want a sewing machine :D My mom has one and she's waiting for me to pick it up. I'm waiting until we I find a suitable working space for me at home.