Hand-knitting is almost a ritual for me. It's the value of creating with my hands. It's cultivating patience, dedication, and love. Merino wool always takes me back to those days in my grandmother's countryside, when time seemed to move slower. And in that return, something begins to take shape. That's how each knitted piece is born.
I want to honor my grandmother, a sweet and loving woman. She was the one who took me horseback riding across acres, sharing adventures that still live in my memory. She knitted my wool sweaters when I was little, warming me with her hands and her love. Knitting became a way to return, to reconstruct that refuge. To embrace again the girl I was and the world my grandmother built.
Behind every textile there's a story
Hand-knitting is almost a ritual for me. It's the value of creating with my hands. It's cultivating patience, dedication, and love. Merino wool always takes me back to those days in my grandmother's countryside, when time seemed to move slower. And in that return, something begins to take shape. That's how each knitted piece is born.
I want to honor my grandmother, a sweet and loving woman. She was the one who took me horseback riding across acres, sharing adventures that still live in my memory. She knitted my wool sweaters when I was little, warming me with her hands and her love. Knitting became a way to return, to reconstruct that refuge. To embrace again the girl I was and the world my grandmother built.