Our home has become a real fashion house.All you can see are models.

It seems like age can’t stop you from finding your hobby and we are learning ultil our last day on earth.My mother always liked to make different objects around the house from ordinary items(a trash can, a pen cup, lamps) but this time she really conquered herself.It seems like taking a beer bottle and ‘’throwing’’ different parts from clothes into miniature size looke really simple but it’s not.She takes her time in creating each one.She doesn’t have any pattern ahead, nor any idea written on a paper.Every model is unique and at the end the dress looks totally different from what she thought at the beginning.

When she reached the 40th model I wanted to take pictures of them.My mother knows her flaws(bad sewing and the laque of technique) but she is still ‘’afraid’’ for the critics from the specialists.