An overcast holiday in San Francisco. Quiet outside. A perfect day for me to stay in and do what I like to do. Organizing my studio area. Playing with my fabric. Then a new project idea hit me. A tablecloth. I've been meaning to make a new one for a while. This will be perfect for the future ceramics that I intend to make. I started to place my rustic tableware on the table to see how the tablecloth would look like. I kept staring at the table and smiled. This will be good...
It was time to change the February cover to something pink. So without consulting my boy, I chose this fuchsia double gauze cotton for his boxer shorts which he was asking me to make for some time. Against my worries that he might not wear them due to probably the girliest color, he liked them. No hesitation whatsoever. They were super comfortable and the alligators were cool, he said. I am just so proud of my boy who grew up without any bias against girly colors on boys, just like how his father was. Well, that being said, I am proud of myself raising him that way. Boys can cry and boys can wear pink.