I grew up in Malabon, where the highlight of our summer vacations is the annual Santacruzans. As children, we would stay up late, and in our pajamas line up the streets to get a glimpse of our town’s beauties with matching artistas. Malabon before was (in my mind) the best place to grow up in, that is pre-Venetian times (aka notorious flooding). It was urban enough for simple pleasures and small enough that traditions were so alive.
Together with my like-minded-mommy-friends, I wanted to celebrate festivals with my children that were truer to the meaning than our urban (and sometimes commercialized) lifestyles have transformed it to be. It was through the research the group’s “concept director” that we found out that Flores de Mayo and the Santacruzan were actually not the same thing.
I enjoy doing creative things, in fact I feel most alive when I do it, I would be so engrossed with it and would not be able to wait until I finish it.
It was my sister-in-law’s birthday and I just felt like making a gift for her rather than buying one. Being young, still looking for her perfect match and it being almost Valentine’s, I wanted to make a heart shaped brooch/hairpiece for her.
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