Bright Eyes & Sunflower

A sea of sunlit clouds stretches to the horizon under a soft blue sky

Everything here is made to hold something.

There is one person back there. She was sewing before there was anyone to name it after.

Small batches Made in the USA

The name was theirs first.

Sunflower is my daughter. Bright Eyes is my son. Their names went on the label before anything went in a shop, and everything since has had to be worth it.

A batch is what one person can finish.

Some designs stay for good. Others come and go. None of them are made a thousand at a time.

The rest is behind the door.

It is the last thing here that was not sewn. Everything past it was. Push it open.

Cream cotton baby dress with a rounded collar, pintucked front, and puff sleeves, cradled by a sunlit cloud bank.
The name was theirs first. Sunflower is my daughter. Bright Eyes is my son. Their names went on the label before anything went in a shop, and everything since has had to be worth it.
Sage, ochre and cream patchwork quilt draped across a bank of sunlit clouds, quilting stitches visible in the folds.
A batch is what one person can finish. Some designs stay for good. Others come and go. None of them are made a thousand at a time.
A white marble doorway wrapped in vines, purple clematis, and sunflowers stands closed on the clouds, warm light seeping from its seams
The rest is a page away. Every one of them was sewn by hand. Start anywhere. Browse the shop
The doorway stands open, warm pearl light flooding out across the clouds