27/02/2026
(Turn on the sound, it’s more fun) Exactly one year ago
I returned to Costa Rica —
the place that had been home for 25 years —
after a year that cracked me open.
I had hugged my son,
my friends,
my cats fairwell.
Crossed an ocean.
Believed in a fairytale love
I thought would last forever.
Then the ground opened.
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
I was suspended in empty space —
What now?
Where do I go?
Who am I?
I went back to what I had thought was my new home
only to pack my bags — and my sewing machines — again.
Not knowing when, or where, they would be opened next.
Wounded, tender and raw.
Alien after a quarter century in the mesmerizing forest bubble.
The only thing I knew:
Listen.
Listen to the small voice inside.
Follow the signs.
—
Exactly one year later.
Packing again for Costa Rica.
My heart is still tender —
still gathering its pieces —
but I have never been prouder of myself.
Held by my relentless GuardianEarthAngels, I manifested a lovely new home.
A job waiting for me when I return — one I adore.
More new friends still to come.
More chapters unfolding.
And always sewing.
Deconstructing.
Reconstructing.
Reimagining.
Upcycling,
My creations,
Myself.
Now I’m off
to hug my son,
to dance under the stars in the forest until sunrise,
The weight on my shoulders so much lighter,
Not lost anymore but found.
(ALL clothing and boots to present the upcycled creations are thrifted)
