Since a couple of months ago, I've been begging my husband to take me to wood factory and hardware shop. I still can't drive. I keep on delaying and avoiding my JPJ test because I'm still unable to overcome my fear of driving on the highway.
Yesterday my husband had a safety inspection at a fabricated steel factory. There's a wood factory at the same area, so he just dropped me by the road side and I walked myself to the factory that he suggested.
This morning, we went to his friend's hardware shop and I bought myself a small, cute handsaw. I'm smiling and can't stop talking all the home because I'm so happy and can't wait to test my new tool.
My handcarved rubber stamps now come complete with wooden backings. I couldn't believe myself, holding something which only existed in my head before. Months ago, I don't even know that I could carve. To my own amazement, I found myself can carve quite well, atleast on erasers. Seeing these completed rubber stamps, I feel satisfied as everything is worth the effort. Once again, it's worth trying, even if it's something totally "alien" in our lives.