The Room Upstairs

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Myanmar, Burma

The room was no bigger than any regular office. In any given day, it would house only an officer of the bank or a manager but not in this case, it was solely devoted to the consultants.

There were five of us with five different personalities, egos and backgrounds to spare, cramped up to our sleeves and eyeballs like sardines with only one objective, to complete the project. Some more flamboyant than the others with mustache longer then a trailer track to hold and the others, fragile soles ready to combust. Soon, we found ourselves, gradually aligning to the middle of the conurbation to two different regions – mostly ideological than substantive with governors, mayors and legions of followers.

My Art, My Creation, My Work

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There is always a reason a person stops doing something. Mine is simple, I have been busy handling my other passion, designing.

You see, I am a woman show. I live in a schizophrenic world, no pun intended as  many family members are affected by the disease but my hands are like tentacles extending everywhere.  They move around faster then birds migrating south. I am just creative so they say.

I have been spending a lot time lately creating fantastic pieces and participating in many shows, leaving me with this much window to write but it is not an excuse. 

Once upon a time, I wanted to be a fashion designer so I began sewing, to the point I had my own clients, high school friends, a skill I learned from my mother at tender age of 16. I was riding high, I loved it but it all stopped when I moved to the States where you live and breathe ready to wear, and college took over. 

I was creating and it felt great to see my work on others. Undone, I moved on, dreaming on becoming a fabric designer. So, I began sketching while innocently searching for factories with no way of knowing it would come to fulfillment.

As fait would have it, I ended up in the same city the factories were to be located but as it has happened with many factories, they moved to China. However, the world today is our oyster. We live in the digital age where anything and everything is possible as long as you try.

I thought about combining my two loves, well one of many, designing and sewing and create beautiful pieces for a long, long time but kept putting it in the back burner. I had ideas, may ideas and they were that, ideas until now.

It is without further ado that I present you my first installment of my two loves. The fabric you see, it is mine and the bags, I made them from head to toe.  They are ©Ampablue Creations. Hope you love them as much as I loved making them. 

 

A Friend is Quick To Listen

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The picture I have of women is undoubtedly what I learned from my Mother. She once told me that every smile of independence and rights in a woman’s face, was one less tear in her eyes. Today, I would rather just tell her that I finally got it. Smiles like these can take more than a day or a month. It takes a whole existence. The smile of two friends. A marriage of two beautiful souls. A candid, open, strong and nurturing friendship of love, respect and understanding.  A friend is quick to listen, slow to judge…