Embroidery

There is a quiet magic in holding a piece of wool felt—it is dense, soft, and forgiving in a way that few other fabrics are. I have spent countless winter

There is a distinct, quiet magic that happens when you hold a piece of wool felt in your hands; it is warm, forgiving, and practically begs to be shaped

I still remember the afternoon I found a vintage pillowcase in my grandmother’s attic, mesmerized by the raised, bumpy texture of the floral centers

There is something profoundly satisfying about taking a flat, humble piece of fabric and manipulating it into organic, three-dimensional life.

There is a specific kind of magic that happens when you take a flat piece of felt and a scrap of faux fur and turn them into a character with personality.

Clothing has always been more than just fabric to me; it is a canvas waiting for a personal story to be stitched into its fibers. My love affair with embroidering

There is a quiet magic found in the rhythm of pulling a needle through taut fabric that few other disciplines offer. I first discovered embroidery as a

There’s something almost magical about the first time you wrap wool around a bar of soap and watch it transform through water and friction into a

I still remember the first time I tried to paint on felt. I was working on a birthday banner for my niece, and I thought it would be simple to just grab

The first time I held a clump of fluffy wool roving and watched it transform into solid felt under my fingertips, I was absolutely hooked. There’