I believe a home should be gathered slowly— filled with pieces that carry a story. Embroidery is one of those stories. A quiet craft, passed from generation to generation.

I learned to make by watching my mother. She was always making—painting, sewing, creating a home that was warm and inviting. I remember her red cabinet full of craft supplies. I would watch her work and often be invited to join. That’s really where it started.

What began as making for my own home grew, little by little, into making for others. The best art often starts as something you do out of joy for another person. Creating for someone else simply because you hope they might love it. What was once a hobby became habit for me.

This is the work I carry now: creating pieces meant to be lived with— kept, gifted, remembered.

I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you for supporting me.