My story

If I try to recall when I started my adventure with sewing and handcrafts, I am not able to say when it began. My inspiration was my grandmother, a resident of a tiny village in the Bug River area. Despite doing hard work in the fields and tending to animals, my grandmother always took care of her appearance. She never lacked the energy to look after the aesthetics of the home — to decorate the table with napkins and a bouquet of flowers. 

A photo of my grandmother:

Summer in the village passed with field work, while when winter came and heavy snowfall cut the village off from the world, the long winter evenings were reserved for handcraft. I remember learning with my grandmother how to prepare wool, spin thin woolen yarns on a spinning wheel, from which my grandmother later knitted sweaters and warm socks for the whole family. My grandmother taught me how to crochet a chain, and then initiated me into making columns from which lace doilies were created. As I lay down to sleep, I looked at the wall decorated with hand-embroidered tapestries and made up stories about the figures on them. My first childhood dream was to grow tall enough to sew on the massive Singer machine, powered by foot. I felt wonderful when I could make my first machine stitch myself. I think I might have been about 5–6 years old then, and those were happy moments of my childhood.

Then came years of intense study and parental disapproval whenever I tried to find time for handcraft. I always heard that studying was the most important thing, and that sewing was just an unnecessary waste of time. Unfortunately I believed this message and gave up my beloved passion for many years.

Only a few years ago, when I achieved life independence and relative stability, did I decide to return to my passions and unfulfilled dreams. I could afford to buy the necessary equipment and materials. I started recalling my skills, and also learning to sew from old manuals. Visits to museums, where I can admire the intricate work of sewing enthusiasts from years past, are an inspiration to me. The items I began to create often became gifts for friends, and the rest I hid from the world in a drawer. 

Only now have I found the courage to show my work and ideas to a wider audience. It is quite stressful for me, because I never let myself believe that my work was worth attention. Each of my pieces is my own original idea into which I put all my passion for creating beautiful things and sharing all the positive emotions.

With great pleasure and surprise I receive positive feedback from clients.  I hope my work will brighten the lives of many people who, like me, value unique handcraft.