Twenty years living with numbers. I used to be an accountant, a financial specialist, an internal auditor — roles that demanded absolute precision, often at the expense of emotion. I once managed a tech company, always chasing speed, logic, and performance.
But deep inside, there has always been another part of me: a quiet love for handmade craft, planted in childhood among scraps of fabric, bamboo blinds, and spools of thread. Back then, I sewed tiny clothes for paper dolls and helped weave fishing nets with small, clumsy hands.
Now, in a new chapter of my life — in a new land — I’ve chosen to return to what once made my heart quietly flutter: creating handcrafted pieces with all my heart.
I’m drawn to every crochet detail, every strand of silk, every frame that captures the soul of a handmade piece. No more numbers, no more deadlines — just me, and the stillness as I wrap each bouquet, fold each delicate silk scarf.
I call this my journey home — not to start over, but to finally continue living as my truest self.