My mother's fashion house has been my silent guide on this journey. Growing up surrounded by wedding dresses and evening gowns, I learned how fabric and thread could change the way a person feels in their own skin. Without realizing it, the seeds of my passion were planted in that workshop.

There's something meditative about making. As the stitches build, my mind quiets — and slowly, something new takes shape. When that piece finds its way to someone who wears it and loves it, the feeling is beyond words. Each piece carries a trace of my past, a little patience, and a lot of love.