Culprit Arm Cuff Dark Green
Tailored Chaos for Feral Hearts ✷
Sometimes I think of this as a studio. Sometimes, it feels more like a spell that got out of hand.
I started making things because I couldn’t find anything that felt like me. Everything in the world wanted to dull me down, sand off the edges. But I was a child who tied curtains around my shoulders like cloaks, who made thrones out of kitchen stools and demanded beautiful things just because. That girl is still here. And everything I make — every pattern, every hem, every strange little flourish — is for her. For you. For anyone who never really stopped playing dress-up, even when the world told us to grow up.
Everything I make is done in-house. By hand. By me. I don’t have a team of elves (yet, maybe I have Teresa who sews with me when she's able to), just my shears, my stubbornness, and a bone-deep need to make things that matter. I don’t care for trends. I argue with calico prototypes. I talk to fabric. I cut, I stitch, I rip things out, I start over. I cry over bent needles and still get excited when a seam sits just right. This is my studio, but it’s also a sanctuary — a place where process is sacred, and nothing leaves without being whispered to.
I work in small batches — partly for sustainability, partly because I’m one person, and partly because I believe in listening before making more. Every item gets a chance to speak for itself before I decide to bring it back.
And maybe this is just clothing. But I like to think of it as proof — that softness can survive, that care can be a business model, and that even now, something handmade can still feel like magic.
If you’re here, welcome.
You’re right on time.
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