Through every pattern and creation, a little of my grandma’s love and comfort finds its way to you, so you can feel it too.
My grandma always thought she wasn’t good enough. Every time she cooked, she’d say, “It’s not great… it was better last time.” But I remember her as someone full of skills, with magic in her hands: able to fix our favorite stuffed animals, patch every pair of pants. To me, she was always Grandma who had a solution, who could fix anything with her hands. She thought she was useless, but I always saw that her hands knew the way. She didn’t teach me crochet, but she taught me knitting and sewing, and how to express love when words were too small: with her hands. Today, I can no longer show her. But I wish so much she could see that everything I share with you now is thanks to her… and every creation I make carries a piece of her within it.
If you want to know a little more about me: my name is Mathilde, I’m 29, in real life I’m a neuropsychologist and I’m from Paris! 🇫🇷🥖