From the Studio

Last week, I told a friend:

"Anywhere your identity is tied becomes a roadblock to progress."

I shared how I was once a fashion designer in NYC before moving back home to Illinois. For a long time, I couldn't move forward because my identity was still wrapped up in being a "NYC Designer." Until I let go of that, I was stuck.

And I’ve seen the same pattern over and over again. Social media stats, retail location, number of designs in my shop...My identity isn’t “mom of a toddler” —obviously, because I don’t have a toddler. But it’s also not...

In a city where they did not fit, they had their baby—the delivery room overlooked the Hudson River.

And they struggled against the rhythms of the city. Baby couldn’t cry, for fear of a noise complaint. Baby couldn’t sleep, with the pianist downstairs, the jackhammer outside, sirens down the street, and live music drifting through the window. Baby couldn’t eat out, because restaurants didn’t have high chairs—or tolerance for mess.

But with strict instructions not to touch the pee-covered sidewalk or garbage bags, Baby learned to walk, making friends with every doggie that passed...

Shop skirts here.

Meet The Grey.

Ten years ago, I moved from NYC (what I thought would be my forever home) to Illinois (where I was born and raised). The transition challenged my ego: my identity was tied to being a fashion designer in NYC, but I wasn’t in NYC, and I wasn’t designing.