Then, two and a half years ago, when my bike disappeared, crochet became my new ride. Yarn replaced the road. Stitch by stitch, I found peace again. I made so many toys that I realized — I don’t just want to keep it to myself. I want to share it. So I started a brand, joined local markets, and here I am — building my own personal brand, one stitch at a time.
Funny enough, crochet found me because my motorcycle got stolen. Riding used to be my therapy — it was the only time my mind went quiet. Just me and the road. (Seven years, not a single accident — that’s how focused I was.)
But I’ve always been the creative type — beads, painting, dancing, macramé, embroidery, you name it. I knew office life was never for me. At 8 years old, my grandma taught me how to knit and crochet. Back then it was just a hobby.