01. Setting the Mood of December’s Collection The art of getting messy and manipulating raw materials with my hands has always stimulated me in the best of ways. It feels like a magic of sorts. When I was younger, I would watch my grandmother mend a hole with needle and thread as if the fabric had never been torn. Despite always being on the move, sewing gave her the power to slow down. Beneath shaded lamp light she would rest in a worn iron chair with her glasses teetering on the edge of her nose. Focused, she would weave the needle back and forth, back and forth. It was through…
