When I was young, my mother taught me how to lace a sewing machine, spin a bobbin and some minor usage of patterns. She allowed me go through her vintage closet to gather materials. I chose a black and white daisy printed pair a bell bottoms, then proceeded to mark, pin, sew and cut them into a pair of skinny pants. I believe the term Cigarette pants was the name of the look.

I am fortunate to descend from ancestors of seamstresses. Its in my blood.

My mind swims in designs, patterns and puzzles to master in real tangible form.

I gather and use resourced materials found from varying facets. I find inspirations from all forms of fashion avenues. I shrewdly dismantle, cut, pin, mark, tie, bind and stitch clever creations for my fashion pleasure to become wearable art.