There’s something strangely comforting about doing repetitive handwork while watching a long-running series. Maybe it’s because both require patience. Cross-stitching, especially, has become that for me lately: tiny X’s slowly forming into something recognizable while dialogue fills the background.Sometimes I…
It started as simply as being fascinated by a finished piece I saw while scrolling — on Instagram, or maybe Threads. I don’t quite remember which. But I do remember pausing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’ve always…
Derieza – the comfort of repetition I used to loathe this design. I never quite understood why it was so popular. But it was easy to make—much less complicated than Laloce, though it carried almost the same silhouette. I remember…
Laloce – where it began This was the top I brought to my Larab booth event almost ten years ago. It didn’t sell that night. But one of the organizers—who happens to be my—friend called dibs. And somehow that felt…