A Crochet-and-Zine themed Christmas

Please do check out Pellamuti's Instagram account to buy the zine that I wrote! The rawest collection I've written so far. Also, don't forget to check her other crochet products! 

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I've always loved reading. When I was little, my parents would buy me storybooks with beautiful illustrations and I'd read them in one sitting. Even after finishing them, I take my time to stare at the details of drawings in admiration. At school, we used to have a little library in our classroom where I used to borrow and read during my free time which is a lot when you're still in elementary. And then there was a day that I've read single book on that shelf and I didn't know what to do next. I used to think reading was something that everyone does, like breathing.  

I felt like I was not really much of a huge reader then because I wasn't reading intimidating long books on sciences, mathematics, or history, but I knew from then I am in love with stories. I read my first novel in high school, it was a Wattpad story. And I haven't stopped reading novels after. Even now, 10 years after my first novel and 145 books read (according to my Goodreads account), I am still very much in love with reading. The only difference is that I read intimidating books as well now, aside from mathematics though. 

My eternal love for reading became the reason why I love writing so much. It's only been a few months since I've been told to share to the world my truth of telling stories usually through proses. It took a while and a lot of self-help books, battling with constant self-doubts before I finally decided to post my works. I've been inhaling art for most of my life and I decided it's time to exhale some of my own art to help others breathe as well.   

When my dear friend Danie came to me a few months ago for a collaboration, I was happy. Someone appreciates what I do and believes that I could sell what I write. I was beaming more so when we finally launched it.  


from Pellamuti's Instagram account

Reading, writing, and doing art helps me to stay sane from all the stresses of this life. I will continue to do those even for free just because I love them. And I guess I am lucky to have found love in what I do.

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