Surrounded with a lot of busy people... good and bad...
Surrounded by things... good and bad too...Clean and dirty...
I was born with 8 siblings... don't be surprise yet because we are supposed to be 12 haha... unfortunately 3 are with God...
Growing up with my bros and sis are really fun...All with different characters with the same parents tho' :D
There were times we had this chit chat time and sharing what we would like to be when we grow up...
I wanna be a stewardess..why? 'coz I wanna visit a lot of places overseas..and mind you for free ;)
Then as I grew older, I wanna be a doctor, singer, model, etc...
Omg it will never end...
Then when I reach college... my best friend told me she wanna be a designer... Naturally, to be one is really hard unless you were born with a silver spoon and a golden shoe to be able to go to a fashion school.
Until one day my best friend approached me and told me she has to stop her schooling...no need to ask...financial problem..
So she left crying.. I was left crying... I asked myself.." But how about our dream of being a designer?"
I felt this time its not you and me against the world...it's gonna be me and me against all odds... Saddened with this.. I went to the chapel and asked myself what I really wanna be when I graduated. It's not that easy anymore without her... Stayed at the chapel for hours , until I get this pen and paper and decided to make a list of do's and don't...
But instead ...I scribbled...sketched, dresses...
I told myself, this won't work... I prayed...then faced back my pen and paper.. again I did drawings... omg...
Until, on my way out, I saw a lady in real cool dress. I went back with her, (not walking with her but behind her like a stalker hahaha) and sit behind her. I was so fascinated with how she carried the fabric... it's just a simple cut but she carries it with elegance...
Kept on staring... imagining if the cut is like this..or if it has accessories of this and that... and so on...
So when I reached home. I grabbed my tools again..pen and paper what else..
From what I could remembered from that lady's outfit, I enhanced it with different accessories and change neckline cut... the sleeves, the length etc....
What I realized when I reached age of 50 is " I really can't get over with drawings... not so good at figures but different designs of women's clothing.
But before reaching this age...I did a lot of different businesses far far different from Fashion..Acoustic Bar, Kitchenette, Gift Shops, Amusement and even joined a bazaar... Still I can't find the real ME...
Until, my daughter, gave me a sketch pad and said..."Ma, I know what your dream is..I am no longer a baby...Go and pursue your dream"..
God knows how happy I felt when Koko handed me the sketch pad... God only knows... Koko cared.. As a mother cared for her child's dream..
Now, I am in this path to my dream... my passion in fashion never for a single moment had left me.. Because of this first ever SKETCH PAD, I am to reach my dream... Now I could say... This is Mavic... the real Mavic...