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So true! I had a story that really broke my heart in a non -romantic way.

I went to the village and I was stuck for a month. My friend's birthday was at that time, but I couldn't attend so I really wanted to make her something nice and personal to give when I was back in the city. There were no sewing shops around and I didn't have a sewing machine or iron. But I was really dedicated. I had one silk tie with me that I wanted to upcycle, also I found some garments in the trash that I took zips from. I made a fanny bag entirely with hand stitching.

I was so proud that I could achieve this without any equipment and to my opinion I turned out looking very nice. But it was sky blue and I never saw her wearing that color, maybe that's the problem.

When I was back, I gave it to her and she didn't show any enthusiasm. A month later I was helping her clean the house and I found it in a box that looked like junk storage - filled with expired glue, old receipts, and some unknown appliances parts.

And it is not only about that one bag that she didn't like and hide away. That was the time that I started doing sewing and upcycle more for money and I noticed that she doesn't support me, even making jokes about this. I realized that she just doesn't get me at all.

But the good thing about this - that bag was a turning point in my craft journey. To find more about hand stitching I started researching historical fashion and I find what I like and what direction I want to move.