March 8th is coming, day of the working woman in Spain and, and simply the day of the woman in Italy (I do not understand very well why). In Italy if on March 8 you go to the supermarket, the cashier gives you a bunch of mimosa. That night, the bars and restaurants organize "thematic" dinners dedicated to women, and Facebook is filled with sweetened messages to the female audience.
Small girls dream many things. There are those who want to be princesses, wear beautiful dresses and be rescued by a beautiful prince. There are girls who dream of being famous singers or actresses of the series that appear on television.
There are those who receive toys with which to play to be a doctor. Others take the brother's ball (why do they almost never give balls to girls?) And dream of being footballers.
I use to dream of being an illustrator. I used to invent absurd stories that wrote in a book previously made with stapled sheets. Adding drawings on all the sheets.
When I was a child I always used to see my mother working from the computer we had at home, when they took me with them to office I saw books that smelled new and I knew that my mother had placed the words and images in them and that filled me with pride.
I felt privileged to see how a book was created out of nothing. It seemed to me that it was the most important job in the world, because in books you could find everything, learn everything ... It is difficult to choose all the books you want to read, there is no time enough!
So I used to play to create my own books.
Another thing that was printed was the companies’ corporative stationery, so when I was not dreaming to become an illustrator of children's books I wanted to create the best agenda in the world and not just that. I picked up paper, colored cards, stapler, glue and invented folders with blocks and all kinds of accessories that I saw in the big stationery stores.
The special moment of the year (besides Christmas, obviously), was the beginning of the school: when we had to choose the notebooks, folders and backpacks. None was perfect enough as I had imagined it, so I made to lose a lot of time to my parents because it was always hard for me to decide.
Years later peopls started to ask me, as if it were a game, drawings for the communion invitations of my cousins or the children I was babysitting.
For all this Atipik Fabrik is a dream that we could not imagine.
Today we celebrate the day of the working woman and we feel so lucky to work on what we are passionate about, to create our own universe day by day.
A difficult and hard dream, sometimes frustrating, when you see that you made a mistake, that something does not come out. Many times it is exhausting, because not having schedules means that many times there will be jobs that can not be finished simply the next day and that even if it is too late you can not turn off the computer.
The only secret is to do things with love, as on the other hand, it is the only rule that you have to follow in life to try to be happy.
Today March 8th, and every day of the year, we want to celebrate it with all of you, but especially with the smallest, future women, to stop wondering to be only princesses and being able to become person, who can work in what they dream because if you work on what you really love, even on Mondays you will wake up with a smile.