My grandma was kind of magical.
When I was a kid, she used to teach me prayers before bed,and I'd just get lost staring at her face.
Her eyes had this inward look,the most beautiful shade of blue.
There's this one photo of her-she was the only daughter in the family.
She used to say her father took really good care of her and never made her do any work.
She's sitting in the garden, almost lying down.Her hair was gorgeous, and even back then, her eyes had that same inward gaze.
I love you so much,
I really miss the way you used to gently touch my face.
Whenever you touched me,it felt like something was passed from you to me
like from your eyes to mine
from my face to my heart,
and then into my hands.
Dedicated to my grandmother. Blue returns throughout the collection as a remembrance of her eyes. Selected one-of-a-kind pieces are crafted from the fabrics she left behind allowing her memory to quietly live on through each garment.
