Journal

A Story Only a Mother Could Write

A story only a mother could write—woven from soft mornings, tangled hair, and tiny hands reaching for mine. Motherhood didn’t pause my creativity—it deepened it. Through every collection, I’m not just designing; I’m healing, remembering, and growing alongside my daughters. They are my muses, my teachers, and my daily reminder that art begins at home—with love, with feeling, with them.