A little peek into my world: what I’m wearing, how I’m putting pieces together, and the clothes, memories and ideas I can’t stop thinking about.

“I could wear this to dinner,” I tell myself, adding another dress to the basket. Perhaps what I want is the dress, the dinner, and the nerve to suggest it.…

The sweatshirt I wore to disappear ended up showing me who I could be. A little confession about comfort clothes, teenage insecurity and change.

A little reflection on style, self expression, and the moment I realised I needed a space to stitch my voice into fashion.