The maker's story

I first picked up a sewing machine when I was 21 years old. 

Some time before that, I remember sitting next to my mom and telling her how NOT COOL it is to sew and how "I would never do it".  Little did I know my path was just about to take an unexpected turn. 

I was in law school -yes, me- I was actually enjoying myself until I didn't... I can't pin point a time where I fell out of love and decided to quit. Of course my parents were not very happy with my decision, but obviously supported me in what it looked like a big mistake...

And then I was wandering life, taking a very useless second gap year, working at Mc Donalds as a hostess where I was also enjoying a happy hard working environment, learning about... I don't know, working life I guess?

Until one day I picked up a sewing project out of boredom and tried with all my strength to make a bra! A BRA! not a pair of knickers, not a cape, a BRA! It is worth mentioning it was a total failure, but it gave me something really special: The feeling that I could make something fun with my hands.

I don't have pics of that part of my journey, all I can say is that it wasn't pretty. It was messy, ugly, wonky and the seams snapping all the time wasn't very encouraging... but I found some sort of peace behind my little machine.

So... I enrolled in fashion school with the intention to be a lingerie and swimwear designer. And I became one! 

What started as a "pausing" project turned into a huge part of my identity. I am a designer, maker, dreamer and bra-lover, which makes me think that makers are not born, makers make themselves.