Last month I had joined a #csmlovenote swap organised by the Cross Stitch Malaysia group. The task is to complete any cross stitch with the theme of Love Note. Each of us would assigned to one swap partner.
I decided to frame it with embroidery hoop. Unfortunately I made a mistake by cutting the cloth too small for the hoop size. So I cover it with yellow felt and glued the diamond stickers on top of it. What do you think?
In return I received a bunch of love! She gave me the biscornu pin cushion, crochet purse, aida cloth and cross stitch kits. How generous. Thank you, Minn.
Amani really loves to draw. Every drawing, she would tell me her own story. This picture is about a doll in a box.
This picture tells about her dream house. Yeah, I noticed that she always draw a house, her double storey – colourful – dream house. There she was, playing with her cat Jojo, and her friend from school Am. The green building is the shopping complex with lift.
Recently she drawed her family portraits. That’s true. There was Abah, Mama, Usu, Nek Mak and to my surprised she even drawed her late grandfather ‘Nek Bang’ . I asked her, why Nek Bang like that? She told me, Nek Bang is sleeping in the grave. He wore white cloth. 😥 I couldn’t even hold my tears. My daughter really understand the real situation eventhough she is just 5 years old. She must be missing her grandfather so much.
How have you been lovelies? I hope no one is missing me. Because if you do so, I will feel guilty for neglecting my blog.
15th February, I turned 35 years old. 35 years ago my mother gave birth to me without my father by her side. He was attended a work course in Japan. And so my mother had to drive herself to the hospital. They later informed my father about my birth by telegram.
And this year, just like 35 years ago… we celebrated my birthday without my father again. I am used to him teasing me with him singing a Birthday song when it comes to my birthday. And then he would jokingly asked Amani “Whose birthday is today, Amani?”
That would be my sweet memories with him when he was still around…
I will never hear your singing, your teasing, your laugh, your jokes…
I miss you, Pak. 😥