This is some oooold wallpaper that I found in a tiny corridor in an abadoned factory building somewhere in Vienna. Isn’t it great?

In the middle of gathering my stuff for a little weekend getaway, I noticed how much of the things I was packing were handmade by me. And I couldn’t help but stop for a moment and smile.

When I was just 15 or 16 years old I started admiring crafters, sewists, makers.

I really wanted to be one of those people that would naturally sew a new pair of pants rather than go to the mall and get everything there. And just now I realized that I somehow became that person.

It seems that, somehow, one can become quite a lot of things by just stubbornly wishing for them to become reality.