09/01/2026
This piece has tested me.
There have been more than a few moments in making it when I’ve wondered if the idea in my head was simply beyond what my hands knew how to do. Patterns changed. Twice. Seams were pulled apart. Pieces were remade. Pieces thrown across the desk. And the floor. Problems I never anticipated had to be solved one at a time. Still solving.
But I’ve come to believe that’s part of making something worth making. I wake up excited each day to see where the journey’s going to take me today as soon as I clock out of my day job.
Craftsmanship isn’t always knowing exactly what to do. Sometimes it’s having the patience and guts to stay with an idea long enough to figure it out—to cut it again, stitch it again, rethink it, and refuse to settle for something simply because it would be easier.
And maybe that’s what handmade really means: the finished piece carries not only the marks of the maker, but all the moments the maker chose not to give up. I think that’s my favorite part of what I do, I’m never finished exploring, thinking, creating, and trying.
Still making. Still learning. Still becoming.