My first blog post. I feel like it should be grand, with sparklers and moving cat GIFs and some sort of sound blaring obnoxiously from your speakers, making you scramble for the mute button.
However, I don't want you to close the tab and give up hope on me and my dreams, because that would be extremely counterproductive for a first blog entry, wouldn't it?
Instead I went with a photo of my inspiration for this business: my one and only, my Victoria Jean. This is when she was 10 months old, and the cutest little thing at that. Let's face it. If you or I had no hair, no one would still coo at us and say, "Awww! You're adorable!"
Babies are magical that way.
Here's a note to my muse, a little love letter, if you will, about why I started this whole sewing business thing in the first place.
Dearest Little One,
Did you know in the fabric shops here they require you to purchase a minimum of 1 meter of each and every fabric? Did you? I'm sure you do by the time you can read this, because I am too good at holding a grudge and will probably tell you this every time I see my beautiful wall of fabric. But, this dirty little trap of Dubai's fabric shops is what ultimately started this whole thing. Well, that and you, Baby.
You see, as a nesting pregnant lady, laying on our couch between trips to the toilet, I thought of the things I wanted to carry on from my mother when I raised you. All those wonderful talents, the work ethic, the undeniable love she showed us every day... I wanted to give it all to you. And how should I start? Well... with this:
From this photo you can learn a myriad of things about your mother, but we will focus on two: 1) I was adorable despite those bangs just like you do bald, and 2) my mother made me a sailor dress. You see, one of the greatest things my mother gave my siblings and I was Little Mermaid matching sweats separates and Dalmation puppy Halloween costumes (I'll share that photo later) -- not that my brother got Little Mermaid, but he had equally amazing alligators and Power Rangers and all sorts of boyish characters on his wonderful outfits. My mother did what so few people do these days and sewed clothing, toys, home decor, holiday stuff, and prom dresses (which deserve a mention separate from clothing). She was going to school, working, mothering, driving us around, and she still canned grape juice and sewed doll clothes for me. Together we would create, and though usually the job reserved for my young self was to turn things right-side out, I learned a lot from these times. My mother - your grandmother - sewed with love, to create with her hands, to produce something, and to spend her time learning and growing, always productive. And because it was cheaper in those days. But that's not as warm-fuzzy, so we won't focus on that aspect. And, guess what? Her mother, and her mother's mother also sewed, quilted, and created, passing down a wonderful lineage straight to you.
Now back to me, when not staring down the porcelain throne while pregnant, I started dreaming of using fabric to convince you of my undying love for you in the same way. I want to empower myself and empower you. I want to show you that tangible skills are important, that productivity is important, and that running a business can be a woman's world if you want it to be.
More importantly, I want to show you that you and your father mean everything to me. I could go get a job. I have talents. I have ways I could pursue a career outside the home. But I don't want to, and it's not a sacrifice preventing me from becoming important or intelligent, involved in the world at large or tying me down. In my own way, I want to show you that you can put family first and still find ways to express yourself and learn and grow as your own individual self.
So I bought a second-hand sewing machine, and went to the market just to find I would need to purchase all this extra fabric. What to do, what to do? Well, certainly if I wanted handmade products for you, someone else would too, right? If I couldn't find what I wanted for you and was going to make it myself, surely someone else would want the same for their baby. And thus it began.
My Little One, you are surrounded with so many wonderful examples of women who work hard and accomplish a lot. If you want to run a corporate empire, you can do that. If you want to become the world's greatest tap dancer, you can do that. If you want to be a janitor, you can do that (and I encourage you to start out by helping Mom clean at home). If you want to stay home and sew camels and read stories to a toddler for 4 hours a day, you. can. do. it. And you can do anything you want really, really well.
So, I gave you the first thing I ever sewed all by myself. This quilt was what got me thinking about starting a business run from home so I could stay with you and still afford a two-bedroom apartment. Together, we can make our dreams come true. What really matters most is that you are inspired and get to be yourself. So thank you, and thank your grandma for being my inspiration on my journey to finding my way in this world.
Love, your Mamma
P.S. Don't repeat my mistake with bangs.
I love herbs & spices, cats, low brass instruments, international relations, culture, traveling, writing, and most of all, my family.