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One last love letter.
Before I let go for good, before I’ll watch you drive away with someone else, I just wanted to dedicate a few words to all these corners I had built with my own hands, the corners that felt like home in another life. This house-truck sums up all the details I have come to notice…
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The first time.
Late mornings I leave, it is a beautiful day, after a week of rain. Not knowing yet, that this would be an other historic day on my way I pedal into the sunny hills. I had been tempted to lurk around another day or two, but finally made up my mind, that there was no…
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Finding my way back to needlework.
When you love something, set it free. If it stays or comes back you know it’s for real. I set all my sewing and slow fashion related projects on pause for a while. I had other things to focus on, which I find as exciting as designing fancy upcycling dresses. But I couldn’t do it…
kesityu. 