For me it has always been about trying to find that balance between 'function and flight'. There are two very distinct and different sides to my personality that are the driving force behind everything I do and all the paths I choose.

On one side: a craving for hands wrapped around a tea filled warm pottery mug, the feeling of my bare feet on an old wood floor, silence and structure. A day full of prediction surrounded by functional beauty and all the clutter cleared.

And the other side: bursts of flight. A restlessness that sits deep in the bones. The need to explore. A day full of 'what may be' surrounded by a fluster of creativity and the clutter climbing.

Certain fabrics seem to delight both sides: linen, hemp, a soft or subtly bumpy cotton. The blank canvas of natural that hails potential, but rests easy as is.

I'd like to think that my shop is the result of a culmination of experiences and circumstances that suddenly (although I'm certain it in fact came about slowly) demanded that all the pieces gathered be put to use. The snippets of images tucked into journals, sketches, feverish nights at the sewing table and slow mornings day dreaming and people watching. My body telling me to change pace. To slow down and at the same time to nourish. To find meaning instead of diversion. The desire to turn scrap or raw material into simple elegant and functional beauty.