4 Generations. Mom.


My Mom is my hero. She is the heart and soul of our family. The glue that holds us all together. She is without a doubt the the hardest working person I have ever  met. Combine that with her insane creative abilities, and you have Wonder Woman herself.

Growing Up

When I was a little girl, my Mom used to set up her sewing machine on our ping pong table in the basement. There she would surround herself with yards of crushed velvet, gold lame and puffed sleeves. From the depths of the basement she would produce the most beautiful dresses for my sister and I to spend our childhood twirling away in. Growing up, the dresses she created were always my favorite. To this day, many of the dresses I create features puffed sleeves as a throw back to my childhood favorites.


My Mom can sew pretty much anything. I learned how to sew via osmosis as she spent long hours on poodle skirts, pillow cases and matching dresses for my sister and I.

These days the table has turned somewhat, and I am the one with the needle and thread in hand all the time. It is my goal to create beautiful things for my own daughter, as my Mom did for me all those  years ago. Thank you Mom.


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