So much crap in the world. So much stuff. It’s everywhere you look, and it makes you wonder surely it’s better to make something good. But what does “good” even mean? Functional? Sustainable? Handmade? Or maybe it’s something simpler and just something that just feels right when you touch it and wear it. I don’t have the answer yet. I’m still figuring it out.
For now, “good” means working with care. It means using found materials, or the best quality I can get my hands on, and turning them into something that might outlast me. It means making super small runs in my London studio, slow enough that I can notice every stitch. It means nothing is wasted. Nothing is extra. Every detail has a reason, even the ones most people won’t see.
Most of my time is spent obsessing over these small things, the way a pocket sits or how the stitching holds together. It could become something that fits into someone’s life in the quietest simple way. That’s my measure of “good” for now.