I suppose this all started a long time ago — in my mum’s sewing room, and in her garden.

I could’ve just called them things like Origami, Hobo, or Crossbody — and they would’ve made sense.

Last year, I took a Pattern Cutting course — the kind focused on clothing, where you learn to make your own blocks and tailor them to your shape. I loved it.

The other week, I spent an afternoon gathering flowers from my garden — not for a vase, but for the dye pot.