When Thread Connects: Creating to Connect

When I’m working, my table is never empty. There’s white fabric ready to be embroidered, a green measuring tape stretched across the surface, small scissors nearby, spools of pink, gray, and yellow thread, and almost always a mug wrapped in its red knitted cozy beside me.

The process is simple: measure, cut, choose a color, change the thread, adjust the wooden embroidery hoop. Nothing complicated. But everything matters.

On another side of the table, wooden hoops hold embroidered flowers in shades of green, blue, purple, and coral. Sometimes there’s also a butterfly stitched onto white fabric, waiting for its final details. The spools remain open, paused between one decision and the next.

Creating this way connects in a very straightforward way.
I make the piece here, with these materials and in this space.
Someone else receives it somewhere else.

I don’t always think about big ideas while I work. I think about making each stitch clean. Making sure the color works. Making sure the fabric is properly stretched. And yet, once the piece reaches someone else’s hands, it’s no longer just mine.

The thread ends up connecting two different moments:
mine while I’m making it, and theirs when they receive it.

That’s it.

With love,