And so it goes that my lola is quite the mananahi. And I grew up around at least ten high speed sewing machines with a T-shirt factory in our compound. Shame on me if I can't work a simple machine. Initially, I got my sewing machine out of necessity. With alterations in NYC costing at least $10 to have pant hems adjusted, it just made sense for me to get one.
But my projects (although I haven't had many) have gone beyond pant hems and repairs. Most recently, I turned an ill-fitting pair of jeans into a denim skirt. Too bad I didn't take a before picture.
It took me about five hours to do the conversion, but it was worth it. I can't wait to show my mananahi aunts and especially my Nanay Mitang.
Oh, I'll work on my dissertation tomorrow. I promise.
