I have a confession to make. Whilst some might think that my new hobby you’ll know in a bit sounds very mummy-ish, I don’t care (even my boyfriend told me the same thing. ouch, heart break!). Some days earlier I posted on twitter about the impact of fabrics-shopping activity on me. It was really immense joy I feel every time I go to fabric shops, screen through piles of fabrics, ask the details and finally bring home some fabrics. I would go mad and wild, in a good way of course.

I guess it all started several months back that mum and I were regular visitors of fabric shops mainly for my wedding stuff. Honestly, I was not that keen in the first place. I even argued with mum at most time because of her habit that prone to stay all day and night long at a fabric shop. I tell you, it killed me so much that my bored-level often reached the highest limit. By this time, I know I should have been aware that many times things could work weirdly. Just when we hated something too much, it could go the other way round. haha. Be careful, love and hate are only a few inches away. And what happens to me now, I’m obsessed with fabrics. (thanks mum for introducing me to this activity) As the result, recently I’ve been visiting fabric shops e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y (ok, I mean almost everyday)! In another good news, my place is only hop and jump away to the marketplace of fabrics. This close proximity allows me to sneak the least of 1 hour for each visit everyday. Crazy, yes!

I love fabric-shopping and fabric shop is equal to seventh heaven to me. That kind of heaven where you want to stay and get lost at and splash a lot of your cash on. haha. It’s probably because this activity allows my imagination go crazy and lets my inner daydreamer go beyond wild. My very own classic idea of fabric-shopping works this way: I browsed for nice clothes inspiration on magazine, television, blogs, stores etc, I wanted one for me then I went to fabric shops, found quite some nice ones there, bought them and off to the tailor. However, soon as I arrived at the fabric shops things changed. There were often way too many good stuff and a whole bunch of inspiration just suddenly struck in my mind. I want a lot of fabrics. So, instead of the aforementioned, things work this way most of the time: I arrived at the fabric shop, took a thorough look to the fabrics… then “oh this one is nice” or “oh it’s pretty!” or expressions alike blurted out. That was the exact moment when suddenly my mind wandered for inspiration, I dreamed a little and murmured “this would be nice for this kind of dress/skirt/tops/etc”. I would even bargain (mum told me bargaining is a must when shopping at a traditional market!) In the end, I went home with a lot of fabrics! haha. Call me impulsive as you may. Now my room is full of fabrics in which some of them have been taken to the tailor and the rest are still in line.

Knowing that I don’t lead a glamorous life (yet a woman is still a woman, a creature who’s always on the hunt for pleasing things as clothes) and I have to be more thoughtful about expenses, I assumed this could be a wise move in terms of cutting expenses. On the bright side, with the same amount of money I used to spend on 1 dress, now I can get myself about three dresses by buying the fabrics myself and taking them to the tailor. Cost per item is usually cheaper and bank account is safe (or it’s supposed to). But the question is, will it still be the case with this impulsive habit of mine? The answer is an absolute no! I am broke, as fact. Oh yeah, I need to put extra hardwork on financial planning thingy, tell me about that! Shopping on purpose always works better than aimlessly and further end up with a lot of stuff. Easier said than done, I know, haha. But seriously, trying to hold down the impulsive habit could do a good start, no?

Back to fabrics matter. Choosing the fabric then designing the model is so interesting that I might as well learn to sew myself. Hmm, sounds like an idea..

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