Thread in Hand,
Brush in Heart

The Story

For as long as I can remember, my hands have always needed to be creating something. First came the sewing — the hum of a machine, the feel of fabric, the satisfaction of a finished seam. Over the years the needle gave way — sometimes — to a brush, and the canvas became another surface to fill with something beautiful.

Every dress I sew and every painting I make carries a little piece of the same thing: the belief that handmade objects have a warmth that no machine can replicate.

I sew dresses for children who spin in them until dizzy, and for women who want to feel beautiful in something truly their own. I paint scenes that catch my eye — light through a window, a field in summer, a quiet still life. If something I made finds a place in your home or wardrobe, that makes me very happy.