In the mystical realm of the Pacific Northwest, where the spirits of ancestors' whisper through the towering pines, I, a weaver of dreams, hail from the enchanting hamlet of Vancouver Washington.
My tale of artistry unfolds upon the roads of my youth, where alongside my mother, I embarked on odysseys to the harmonious gatherings of the Grateful Dead. Amidst the vibrant tapestry of these adventures, we wove our stories at the heart of Shakedown Street, offering her artisanal jewelry from our trusty VW Camper. Later, under the sun's gentle gaze, I embarked on solitary voyages in that same golden chariot. In the year 2003, guided by the hand of fate, I returned to the hearth of my origins, reuniting with the guiding light of my mother, now a beacon of wisdom as a mother and most recently, a grandmother.
Amidst the nurturing embrace of my kindred sisters, I found my spirit kindled by the flames of creativity. With hands blessed by the spirits of old, I delved into the ancient art of crafting fiber, pouring my soul into every stitch.
My creations, a fusion of fashion and homely charm, dance between realms of rustic tradition and the bohemian allure of earthy elegance. Each piece, a testament to the symphony of nature's beauty, textures, and the echoes of my Native American lineage. Through my craft, I seek to awaken the wanderer within, beckoning them to explore the enchanting world of whimsical fabrics and embrace the essence of their own unique style.
