I miss my sewing machine so much I think I’m about to start crying. Every time I’m restless (which I’ve been a lot lately of some stupid reason) I grab it and start creating silly things like the headband you see on the picture. A photo taken of me and my brother in Tunis, 1989. I’m about 5 years old wearing a dress made by my mom and headband by me. Makes me wonder if I was trendier back then? However, I just book my ticket to Stockholm and I can’t wait to go through my wardrobe for souvenirs like this back home.