my family has a product design student
Walking out of my room today, I heard the sound of a functioning sewing machine. My sister was using it. As I walked near her wanting to see what she was working on, I saw her sewing two pieces of paper together.
It was not the first time I encountered such a weird moment of her using machines the ways that they are not meant for. I even saw her heating up plastic with a hair dryer once (she was trying to fold the plastic into a chair). She claims that it is to fully utilize every machine we have.
I am not suggesting that I do not feel proud of my sister being a product designer. She is, in fact, a pretty outstanding one at school. It is just that I realized living with one is so much more than seeing her working on her Mac coming out with the next big idea.
Thinking back, I have been under my sister’s influence and have started changing my mindset toward awkward activities unknowingly. However, she thinks that those activities are just things she must do or experience to improve her designs. Living with her exposes me to a wide variety of surprises, some of them make me laugh while some make me mad.
I would go home one day and see my sister wrapped with newspaper on her joints just to experience being a handicapped. I would also wake up one day and see the Swiffer Wet Jet we had being decomposed because she wanted to know its parts. Our kitchen would be stocked with different kinds of scrub sponges and our toilets with different kinds of cleaning cloths just because she wanted to know which one works best.
It is true that sometimes she brings back her own designs that we can actually use, but they are minimal.
I don’t know how people usually think of having a product designer in their family, but I certainly don’t think it is as cool as it seems when you live with one. After all, aren’t things always different from what we think they are?













