Every stitch tells a story. Mine began with a forgotten box of muslin.
While vacating my college dorm, I stumbled upon it—muslin, the humble fabric used to practice stitching. I didn’t have many resources where I lived, but at that moment, an idea took root. My family was moving into a new home, and I wanted to create something meaningful for my room. Painting wasn’t my strength, so I decided to turn to what I knew—stitching—using the play of positive and negative spaces to create art.
When I bought the supplies, my mother hesitated, worried it would be an unnecessary expense. But her doubt became my motivation. I poured my heart into my first piece—a portrait of me and my best friend. The compliments I received were overwhelming. People called it unique, beautiful, and unlike anything they had seen before.
My first order came from a friend for her parents’ anniversary. I hadn’t planned to sell my work, but when she insisted on paying, I realized this could be more than a hobby—it could be a business. My parents encouraged me to follow this dream, but at the time, I was working as a fashion designer in Tamil Nadu, and life pulled me in another direction.
