Last summer I had went to Vietnam with my family for about a month. It was an amazing trip; I learned so much about my parent, my family and my Vietnamese culture. We were in Sa Pa, a quiet mountain town close to the border with China, when I came across a pair of hand embroidered pants. I thought they were the most amazing thing since sliced bread, but didn’t know how they would fit. The market that I found them at wasn’t the kind where you can try clothes on, so I took a leap of faith and bought them anyways.