Chicken satay is not delicious anymore, nor rice-beef porridge, not also cakes, nothing. It is only your kiss that I taste is still delicious, told my husband. I laughed nervously. Tried to hold back my tears. I know, I taste your kiss is also delicious, I replied.

My husband started to lose appetite since a week ago. Yesterday, he asked me to make Mie Nyemek (a Javanese style of noodle soup with spicy and savoury broth). After 6 spoons, he asked me to stop feeding him and wanted sweet hot tea. Today, he didn’t eat anything, he consumed only liquid, fruit flavour popsicles and glasses of sweet hot tea. Sometimes, I offered him nutrient milk (for cancer patient), but I don’t think he really like its taste.

Two days ago, again, I cried in distress as my husband slept hours and hours very soundly, it just reminded of his condition in the hospital last month. The cycle was always like, my husband would be in agonizing pain, couldn’t sleep for days, then sleep for more than 12 hours like a baby. When he was sleeping I would insist him to have water or liquid in take. Sometimes, he refused and told me, he just wanted to sleep. But, other time, he would drink the water or hot tea. Using a straw.

In this difficult time, I still always try to count my blessings. That’s very important, keep counting our blessings in spite of the fact, things in life are going not in our preferences. When you’re in happiness, it will be easy peasy to thank your blessing. But, how about when you have two daughters, 12 and 14 years and your husband is having a terminal illness that human-logical will not long survive? Will you (still) be able to count your blessing?

I will give it a try. I feel my gratitude because our daughters are doing great in school and adapt well with their father’s condition. They become independent and will be tough woman, I’m sure. Moreover, I have time to take care my husband and express my love for him.

These photos were taken last February in my daughters tooth filling ceremony (mepandes or metatah). An important religious ceremony for the Bali Hindus that is done when a girl or boy has entered their puberty. Again, I feel my gratitude because my husband has got the chance to see and celebrate our daughters’ beautiful religious ceremony.

Learning to accept God’s plan


I stared at my laptop, had no idea what to write, words seemed jumbled in my brain. But, I wanted to write. It’s almost a year since my last blog updated. Many things happened. Slowly but sure, the cancer consumed my husband’s body and spirit. It was started with the pain he experiences, that he tried to fight by having painkiller pill and kept increasing the dosage. Until the painkiller also kill my husband’s appetite. He then stopped being a vegetarian, did not want to drink any juice (fruits or vegetables), including the carrot juice. He asked for sweet things (tea with white sugar, ice cream, cakes). Probably, because that kind of food is tasted better in his palate than healthy food. If you remember about my previous posts about his cancer, you will understand those sweet things are actually feeding his cancer. After two years never been hospitalized, since August to October, he has been in hospital 3 times, because of his HB was too low (lower than 9) and he has to be transfused. The last one was the worse, he vomited black liquid as well black feces. When the paramedic had to move him from his bed to the ambulance bed, he lost his consciousness. I saw it. My daughters saw it, they hugged each other seeing their father like that. We burst in tears, it was awful. When the paramedic put the oxygen, he regained his consciousness and could communicate that the oxygen mask was way too tied. In the hospital, they examined my husband and told us he has chronic ulcus pepticum. It happened for long, the blood has turned his vomit and feces black. In his second day in the hospital, my husband slept so well for almost 24 hours, he did not move, he did not want to eat or drink, he just slept. But, when we asked him something to keep him alert, he could answer us logically, then went back to sleep (too) soundly. The nurses calmed me and said, he just tired. But, it did not calm me, later in the evening, my mind took me to the efforts we had made to fight his advanced cancer. Used ECCT blanket, took Chinese medicine, drank a lot carrot juice, becomes vegetarian, avoid sugar, fine white flour, white rice, eat brown rice, eat fresh fruit. I started to find mistakes, may be because he did not eat fresh vegetable, he just like cooked vegetables, why could not he resisted himself to take more and more painkiller pills, why was I did not more care about how much dosage he had take in the evening when he could not sleep. He has collections of painkillers: Oxyneo, Arcoxia, Tramal, Durogesic patch, or Xanax (for helping him to sleep, but it did not work so well that he kept awake all night long). We have planned the cures for his advanced cancer (prostate that has already metastasized to the bones) naturally. But, it did not work very well. Everything went on NOT in our plan. We wanted my husband to be cured from cancer, but his health is dropping slowly. Every month he lost his life quality, difficult to walk, difficult to stand up, difficult to sit and then, he just laid in bed, could not move, because it was too painful to move. And from the USG, they found that my husband’s liver has swollen because there are multiple nodes there and his bile is hardened. His cancer has metastasized. I did not ask the doctor what they can do with that and he did not offer anything to do as well. We are already in a situation of ‘there’s nothing we can do more but accept it’. But, do I really able to accept it? That second night. I was alone only with my husband in the hospital room. Every time I touched his hand or body, it was cold, and suddenly I felt scared and very lonely. It just like, how can I live without him, how can I raise our young daughters? When it became to hard to handle, I called my mother, crying uncontrollably and told her I am scared and I am not ready if he ever left me. My mother told me as any wise woman would, you should let him, release him, he has suffered for long. Tell him, you will always love him, take care and raise your daughters until they can live on their own. Pray for the best for him. Only for the best, she told me. Her advice hit my mind. I used to say, I trust in God. How deep is my trust in God, especially when sadness happens? Our plan is probably different with God’s plan. And what I must believe is God’s plan will always be the best for His creations. He created us, certainly we must not misjudge His plan for His creations. Around 2 am my husband woke and I started to talk to him. Telling him how much I love him, that he should not worry leaving us in this world. I can raise and take care our daughters. Properly. Until they can stand on their own feet. My husband reaction was: What? They cannot cure my cancer? I replied: I don’t know, lets talk about the worse (according to our plan). Because you know that, everything happens in God’s plan. Right? My husband nodded, it is just in case. Do you have anything to say to me? He told me to keep being a strong and brave woman. He knows I can take care our daughters. Our conversation was quite normal, my husband then went back to sleep and I also slept. In the morning, coincidentally it was a holiday, I called my daughters (14 and 12 years old) to come to the hospital. And I told my husband to say ‘something’ to them. Again, he gave almost the same words to them, be strong, be brave and take care of your self. And listen to your mother, because she knows what good for you. My husband spent 7 days in the hospital, the bleeding was stop, his HB reached 10,9, and the doctor allowed him to go home. Take care of him at home, he said.

We take care of him at home. I hire nurse for home care, so I can go to work and feel not have to worry because a professional is caring him meanwhile I am not home. My husband still feel the agony pain, taking painkiller routinely, have fish Belida extract (to give protein needs). He eats in very moderate portion, the doctor said because his swollen liver has pushed his stomach that he feels full easily. He eats chicken satay and rice cake for his meals (because this food is the only he can enjoy), have orange (the only fruit he can enjoy, sweet and sour at the same time), Japanese style cotton cake (the only cake he can enjoy, because it is kind of soft and easy to be chewed). My daughters adapt quite well with their father’s condition. My second daughter (Ami, aged 12), even, has night shift to take care her father when she has a holiday the day after. We are learning to accept God’s plan for our life. It will not easy, I know. But. We are learning.

Tipat Cantok (Balinese Rice Cake Salad). Vegan Recipe.


Tipat or ketupat (Indonesian language) is boiled rice cake and Cantok means to combine. This kind of food becomes a big hit in our family, to alternate the choice of vegan food we eat. Consists of tipat/ rice cake, fresh vegetable, fried tempe and tahu (firm tofu) with spicy grounded peanut dressing, and-I almost forgot- ended with sprinkled fried shallot on top. What’s can go wrong with that? I will let you digest my question in your brain, before you arrive in the respond of: nothing. Right. Nothing can go wrong with this delicious, healthy, homey and spicy-nutty local food. Where part of local? Bali. We are still talking in my area, Bali island, Indonesia.

For the main ingredient:

Tipat (rice cake) which I made of combination of brown-rice and mentik wangi (white rice that is organic and when cooked, it smelled so nice resembles to pandanus leaves), fried tempe and tahu (firm tofu) and fresh vegetable. Usually, they use boiled sprouted mung bean and fresh cucumber. But, I want to take the full benefit of enzyme from raw food, so I choose the kind of leafy vegetable, as it is not just healthier but also it will give the crunchy texture.

Peanut Dressing:

Toasted peanut and cashew (you can also deep fry them), fried garlic (or raw-your choice), bird eye chillies (we love it), brown sugar, salt, and kecap (Indonesian sweet, dark and thick soy sauce), some water and kaffir lime/ calamansi.

Grind the ingredient for peanut dressing except kecap and the lime. You can use a blender or food processor, but I prefer my stone ulekan (Indonesian pestle). Blender and pestle will surely give different texture to the dressing. Add some water into the thickness you desire. Add kecap.


Toss all main ingredient, squeeze some kaffir lime and combine (cantok) them all. Serve on a plate, sprinkle with fried shallot. My first daughter, loves a lot fried shallot to be sprinkled. And enjoy with crackers (first photo, showing crackers made of organic brown rice). It should use petis (shrimp paste), but I don’t. And it tastes all OK. My daughters who are not vegan as they still enjoy to be carnivore, but with Tipat Cantok, I can tell you, they will absolutely clean their plate without missing a bit of meat.

Our crystal anniversary.


Today, the 16th November is our Crystal Anniversary, the 15th years of marriage. This year is for the first time we celebrate the day. We never done it before. A month ago, our first daughter had a look to our wedding ceremony album and suddenly she said: Aji (father) and Ibu (mother), you should celebrate your wedding day. OK, we said. My husband told me to order a cake, but I thought it would be too ‘western style’, to make it Indonesian,  I suggested: I think I will order a Tumpeng Nasi Kuning (A cone shaped yellow rice dish). OK, my daughters said. As long as it is food. No problem. At all.

The philosophy of Tumpeng is related to the Indonesian geography with numerous mountains and volcanos. In the ancient Indonesian tradition, mountains were believed a holly place for the spirit of ancestors and gods. The cone-shaped rice symbolizes the holy mountain. The dish is made from turmeric coloured steamed rice that is surrounded with many kind of assorted Indonesian dishes, like fried chicken, perkedel kentang (potato cakes), sweet-spicy tempe, sayur urap (Indonesian vegetable salad), fried noodle, quail eggs, and more other delicious food like rendang. To make it even more beautiful, the dish was decorated with vegetables.

Fence is made from woven long beans, many flowers made from tomato, carrot, red chillies, and cucumbers. The dishes represents the numerous things our Mother Nature gives us with mountain as the centre from where the holly spirits and Gods gives us their blessing. Tumpeng is a symbol of gratitude as well as connection of Gods and human being. The tumpeng is put on tampah (woven bamboo container, covered with banana leaves). As you see, even the banana leave is shaped into artistic triangles.


15 years of marriage is still young. And we do hope, we will always stick together as family. Embrace the happy moments as well as endure the difficult times.

Late post to join DP Prompt: Together.

Happy Birthday, Handsome!


Today is 20th September, my husband’s birthday. He is a Virgo, a suitable match for a Taurus (who is coincidentally me!). We just had simple dinner party at a seafood restaurant about 15 minutes from our house. We love this restaurant, but then never came by for more than a year, after my husband was diagnosed with prostate advanced cancer (that has metastasized to the bones). But, this evening we came again to the restaurant, ordered the usual menu we always have, a grilled grouper, squids, clams, and Balinese salad (mixed vegetable with spicy shredded coconut sauce). What made it different we ordered also grilled firm tofu and tempe. And pure carrot juice. For my husband. Right. He is still a dedicated vegan because of his cancer. After his last Bone Scan (in July 2016), he never done his PSA test anymore. We know that he is not cancer free yet, but we should always feel grateful that he is still able to do the ordinary activities. I mean, he can walk, eats, takes a bath, drive, takes our daughters to the school, does light exercise. By himself. For a cancer patient, it is called he has still a good quality of life. A quality that can only be achieved with struggle, persistence, sacrifice, faith and family love. Again. We do feel grateful for that.

Posted to DP Prompt: Together.

Deep fried fish with sambal bawang


Sometime ago, I got fishes. Actually, those fishes were bartered ‘item’ since I had made 5 pages of speech for a tuna conference that was held in Bali. I wrote 5 of horizontally folded papers (US Legal size), not a long complicated speech, but only a warm welcome speech to the audiences that were mostly foreign friends. But, still, they sent a small box consisted of these 5 beautiful fishes. My colleagues told me those fishes must be fresh, delicious, and good quality kind because they sent me ‘the exported kind’. You’re so lucky, she said, they gave you a bonus for your works.

It reminded me something, I made speech for tuna conference and they sent me some of their product. I ever made welcome speech for waste management meeting in Bali. Thanks God, they didn’t send me any samples. I planned to make deep fried fish and simple Sambal Bawang (literally translated as Shallot Sambal)

On weekend, I clean the whole fish, scraped off their scales using fork and got rid off the entrails (pretty easily), and cut the whole fish into parts.

I will write the whole (not really) simple process for you).


1 about 500 grams whole fish (snapper or grouper)

Coconut oil for deep frying (you can also use rice bran oil)

Spice for rubbing the raw fish, grind all into paste:

½ tablespoon of coriander

1 cm of turmeric

2 cloves of garlic

1 teaspoon of salt

½ teaspoon of sugar

Juice of 1 calamansi or 1 tablespoon of lemon juice

Sambal Bawang:

2 shallots (peeled it and cut roughly)

11 eyebird chilies (half into two)

½ teaspoon of salt

¼ teaspoon of sugar

Juice of 1 lime juice

hot oil (preferably, oil that has been used to fry the fish)

How to make it:

  1. Rub the fish with the paste, put in the fridge for about 15 minutes (or you can fry it right away). I like to do that, because it will give the fish time to absorb the spice into their tender flesh).
  2. Deep-fry it until it is golden brown outside. Strain the fish or put the cuts onto kitchen papers.
  3. Make the ‘sambal’. I have adopted some of friend’s and family’s advice of making sambal. First, always crush all ingredients together, all at once, don’t crush it one by one, like, first the shallots, second, the chilies. No, not like that. Crush it all at once (get all your emotion out in the process). One advice that is most likely a myth (but I follow it, though), in making good sambal, the amount of eyebird chilies should always be odd number of amount, like 3, 5, 7, 9 and so on (sorry, I didn’t begin with 1. For chilies in sambal, 1 is almost none for me).
  4. Deep-fry the shallot and eye bird chilies in the heated oil until wilt (not too long, half cooked, may be about 30 seconds in the process).
  5. Put them in the stone mortar along with salt, sugar. Crush it all at once, but not into a paste, just roughly crush it. Then, pour 2 tablespoon of hot oil to crushed sambal (you will hear a sizzling sounds). Move the sambal to saucer and squeeze the fresh lime juice over it.
  6. Serve the deep fried fish with rice, sliced cucumber and sambal bawang.
  7. Yum! Selamat Makan! Happy eating!


Pilly and Javanese Fried Noodle (with recipe!)


I made a stuffed animal, drew the pattern by myself confidently, traced it to the fabric scraps, cut them out and patiently assembled part by part. My first time made a soft doll, our neighbour’s daughter has her first son, so I wanted to give him a toy to be snuggled with.

“A cute pig!” My husband complimented it.

“Pig? I wondered. “But, it was intended to be an elephant!”

“Well…” He suddenly ran out of words and said things no more, a cautious man to keep away from potential dangers.

“Ibu. It is more looked like a mouse”, my second daughter put the visual condition into words clearly (and bravely).


We named the stuffed ‘hybrid’ animal as Pilly, a combination of a pig and elephant and gave it as a gift to our neighbour. Avoiding further misconception of the craft, I informed the parents right away: “It’s an elephant. I made it by myself”.

Meanwhile, the sweet little guy couldn’t recognize the difference anyway, either it was a pig, elephant or a mouse, he was only 1 month old.

Compensated my less successful crafty time, I got myself busy in the kitchen, making Javanese Fried Noodle. Why is Javanese? Because it is spicy and sweet with thick sauce covers the noodle. It needs candlenut for the spice. Here it is the recipe (it can be adjusted to your own taste buds and what you kind find ingredient in the fridge, feel free to be creative).




  1. 5 shallots
  2. 3 cloves of garlic
  3. 1 red chilli
  4. 2 bird eye chillies
  5. 2 candlenuts
  6. 1 tsp of salt
  7. 2 tbs of sweet Indonesian kecap
  8. 1 tbs of oyster sauce
  9. 1 tbs of tomato sauce
  10. 1 tbs of chili sauce (at this point, probably you would ask yourself: chili? Again? Right. That’s the way I cook in my kitchen. You can adjust it to your preference).
  11. 2 tbs of coconut oil
  12. 2 tbs or more of water


  1. One package of dried noodle (220 gr as it is read in the package), boil it until cooked and drain it off, to stop it from being too soft you can pour the hot noodle with cold water (already in the strainer) and remove all of the excess water.
  2. A half of carrot (sorry, I don’t measure its weight), cut it like matches sticks or in a more professional cooking talk, julienne the carrot.
  3. Bok Choi/ Chinese cabbage/ Cabbage, cut it evenly (not too big or small)
  4. 1 Spring onion, chopped
  5. 2 chicken eggs (make into scrambled egg first).
  6. A handful of peeled shrimps.
  7. One fourth of whole chicken breast, dice it.
  8. Chicken sausage/ fish balls/ chicken meatballs, slice it.

How to make it:

  1. Ground number 1-6 spice into paste.
  2. Use a wok or a pan. Heat coconut oil, put the paste into the wok, cook it until fragrant, add chicken and shrimp, stir it until changed colour and cooked, add the sliced sausage/ fish balls/ chicken meatballs.
  3. Add the vegetables and the water, cook it.
  4. Pour the rest into the wok, boiled noodle, scrambled egg, Indonesian kecap, oyster and tomato and chili sauce. You probably need 2 frying shovels. Because it will be thick and you have to mix it thoroughly.
  5. Serve it immediately.


  1. Actually, I use 1 frying shovel and 1 fork.
  2. You can use any meat or vegetable you have in your fridge…I have already told you that? I’m sorry, I become a little bit disorientated.
  3. If your cook is not as tasteful as it is expected. Don’t blame yourself. Don’t even blame me. Try again. We learn from mistakes.

Posted to DP Prompt: False.

Love talk: girl and bus analogy.


In one of our official trip to other province in Indonesia. There was a conversation in the car between my male co-worker with the young guide (a fresh graduate of Indonesia meteorology school who was on duty to accompany us).

Co-worker     : “How old are you?”

Guide             : “22 years old”.

Co-worker     : “That’s very young. Have got already a girl-friend?”

Guide             : “Not exactly. Still looking”.

And suddenly my co-worker becomes serious.

Co-worker     : “I’ll give you a story of a bus”.

Guide (including everybody in the car): “Bus?”

Co-worker     : “Right. Bus. You know, the public transportation…”

Guide (also including everybody in the car): “Oh, OK”.

Co-worker     : “Let’s assume that your life now as waiting for a bus to take you to your university. And you were having an important test. One bus was coming, it was a nice bus and clean. But you let it go, because you wanted an air-conditioned bus. Then, another bus arrived with air condition, again you didn’t take it, because you wanted a bus with entertaining facilities: like karaoke, TV and good sound system to come. But time kept ticking, and you kept waiting for your ‘dream’ bus to come and take you. Suddenly you remembered about your test schedule, no much time left. One bus then came, no AC, no entertaining facilities, the kind of bus that you would not choose at the first choice. But you just had to take the bus otherwise you would miss your important test. My moral story for you young man, don’t wait for your bus too long otherwise you will have to take a not so good one”.

The young guide grinned bewilderedly. But I was intrigued:

Me                   : “How old were when you got married?”

Co-worker     : “32 years. A little bit too late.”

It hit me in the head. I am a sensitive woman, when I heard a story I will compare it to my ‘own’ story. 32 years. And he said: a little bit too late. My husband married me in his 40. Did he marry me, because he felt it was a much, much, much late? That it made him just had to grab the bus (read: got married with me).

At home dinner, I told my husband the whole story and how my co-worker took an analogy of a girl with a bus, then asked him.

Me       : “You married me at your 40, were you waiting for the right bus?”

Husband       : “Of course”.

Me       : “What would you do if the ‘right’ bus didn’t come?” (I was wondering if he ‘picked’ me because he was loosing time.)

He replied: “I would rather missing the test and repeat the whole year”.

I smiled gleefully.

Good answer husband. Good answer.

Note: the Love Talk title refers to the love talk between me with my husband. Not the co-worker with the young guide or anybody else in the car.

Posted to joint Daily Post Prompt: Understanding.

You are fat, now (with three exclamations)

This is a prelude post about Endek: the Balinese woven cloth (which I have made a draft of it). Fashion side (what I have to wear) is not the only element I should prepare for the Bali Arts Festival 2016. I had done the translation of 45 pages of this annual event Guidance Book. And also…reducing some of my weight. Really.

In our first meeting for the parade preparation, once I entered the room, the coordinator for the parade looked at me as if I had offended him severely (we have not seen each other for a year, since the last BAF). You are fat, now! He exclaimed (in front of some other members of the parade committee). I was babbling, trying to defend myself, saying I am already 40 years old, it is normal if I put some weight. You are fat, now! He pronounced that again in case I didn’t hear it at the very first. OK. Do not worry, by the time of the opening ceremony, you’ll see I am slimmer. He still looked at me, unbelievably. After the meeting ended, and we walked to the parking lot, he chased me. Really, you are fat now. Please, make your body slimmer by the time of the opening ceremony. So, you will be prettier. Ha! I tried to make a joke. So, I am not pretty now? Not enough! He made the announcement ( if it was written, surely with three exclamations). Please, be slimmer. I tried to find excuses, but I realize that I can’t blame him, in Bali, people used to see petite and slim performers: dancers, singers, and other (on the stage) artists. Although I am a civil servant as I will stand on the stage to be a commentator, technically I will be a performer, too. So, I should be slim or at least slimmer than I was in the time the coordinator saw me. Moreover, deep down my heart, I knew I was fat, most of my clothes became too small for me, when I walk, some parts were jiggling (I don’t have to explain further, what parts).

Do you know, a situation when you put on a was once a big cloth, but then it fit your body? And you still eating everything you want just because you are in a big denial. So, the coordinator ‘announcement’ (short, clear, and painful enough to be taken) was a trigger to start my effort.


I cut back carbohydrate intake, drink juices, eat a lot of fruits and vegetables. In my 40 years old, the fact to reduce weight is more difficult than 10 years ago. In the first three days, the struggling was real. In the morning, I drink mix pure juice of carrots, apple, lemon, and cucumber for breakfast, have a plate of fruits for snack and for lunch I eat normal portion of meal. In the afternoon, before 5 pm, I have my vegetable, if I really want rice (I loooove rice), I add 2 tablespoons of it onto the plate. Every time I want snack, I have papaya (it is delicious, cheap and easily enough to get) or pineapple (my favorite fruit). I walk in the treadmill three times a week, too. It has been two weeks of my effort to drop some ounces of excessive mass. Tonight (that explains the poor quality of the photo) I asked Andra (my first daughter) to take a photo of me, to be compared with the previous photo (before my diet). With a warning to her: take my photo, but don’t make me look fat.

I made a collage of the photos (so that it will be easier to compare). My husband said, you made it, see this one you look plump and this one you look (he stopped a while) and continued…not plump. I still have some days before 11the June 2106. Hope I can throw away another ounces of unnecessary fat from my body. Being slimmer is not the only purpose I have in mind, but also to be healthier.

Posted to the DP prompt: Purpose.


Learn to sew: making shorts

I am learning to sew. I want to do something that need concentration but still fun.  Doing something different from the office or house routine. Actually, I knew already the basic of sewing by hands since I was in my elementary school, my mother taught me to do so. She said, a woman should know some basic stitches, in case she has to fix ripped clothes or sew some loose button back to the shirt. And many decades later, I want to explore more the fun of sewing. I am not just sewing by hands, now, more advanced, using sewing machine (the automatic one). It was kind of intimidated, the sewing machine seller told me, it just like driving car, the more you push the pedal, the faster it will go. Easy, he said. He said. It’s different with the fact I faced.

In my first attempt of sewing project, I managed to make this simple skirt with elastic waist.  I started at 07.30 pm and finished at around 12.00 pm, including learning how to  overcast the fabric, confused what shoes I should use (I’m talking about the sewing machine use, not my shoes…), broke the machine’s needle, felt a bit panic, went to google how to replace it, then practiced that.  After the skirt was done, I realised it was just too short, so I added some centimetres of frills.  This skirt is for my second daughter, Ami. She said she wanted a nice flowery skirt.


My second attempt of sewing project is a simple shorts for my first daughter (Andra). I used one of her old shorts as the basic pattern.


That I made two mistakes. First, the waist measurement, I should have stretched the waist first, but I did not (obviously). When I had cut the fabric, I realized the waist would be too small for Andra.


Working in the family room, the table is usually used for eating (by one or two of the family members, because we just like it), working or blogging activity (because that is the actual purpose of this table), and now its function is added up: cutting and sewing table. By the way, the table was made by my husband a few years ago.


The cutting fabric with some rows of elephant. I and Andra went to the Market Clothes to find some nice but cheap one (I’m still learning to sew, no need of expensive fabric). She picked this fabric by herself. However, as the waist measurement was too small, I changed the plan, I cut again the waist, so it became wider, then I sew the fabric into shorts and put elastic into the waist’s hole.


Ha! The finished shorts. I haven’t told you my second mistake. The elephants. I had put the pattern in wrong direction on the fabric. That the elephants are upside down.


The shorts were still too small for Andra. So, again Ami got the shorts. She was quite happy and said this shorts were lovely, she did not care whether the elephants were upside down or not. It fit her and it was ibu’s handmade.
Anyway, I think, I like sewing.

Let’s hope, the elephants would not getting some headache.