CROCHET JOURNAL

What started as a loop between my fingers became a language. A rhythm. A rebellion. Every stitch I make is a refusal to be mass-produced. I crochet to survive. To seduce. To scream. This is my ritual. This is my world—looped, raw, and real.

Each piece is handmade, loop by loop, using soft cotton and upcycled yarns with a past. No machines. No mass production. Just hands, heart, and hours of quiet ritual. This is slow fashion—stitched with purpose and intention, made to be felt.

Loops made for dancing, dreaming, and disappearing into the rhythm.