I make the things I couldn't find
I've been sewing since I was a girl. For the last twenty-five years I've been making the kind of pieces I wanted and couldn't buy anywhere — aprons with pockets deep enough to actually hold something, in fabrics that aren't boring.
Everything in the shop was cut and sewn by me, here in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Not designed by me and made somewhere else. Cut out on my table, sewn on my machine, pressed and packed by me.
One at a time, on purpose
I pick fabric one piece at a time, usually because something about a print made me stop and look twice. A fox print. A little red cherry. A stack of brown florals that wanted to be pieced together. That's why nothing in the shop matches anything else, and why most of it exists exactly once.
The pickleball bags started as a joke for the friends I play with. They went over well enough that I kept making them, and now they're half the shop.
The part I enjoy most is a custom order — when someone comes to me with a fabric that means something, or needs an apron cut for someone taller or shorter than standard. If that's you, please just ask.
Come see what's on the table right now
Aprons, totes, and whatever came off the machine this week.