It wasn’t always smooth sailing.
In the late nineties, a harsh economic downturn nearly forced me to close my doors. I remember sitting on the workshop floor at night, surrounded by leather bags I couldn’t afford to sell at a loss, wondering if I had made a terrible mistake.
But I reminded myself why I started — the love for the craft, the customers who trusted my hands, and the spark that first inspired me as a young girl.
Slowly, step by step, I rebuilt. Every setback made me work harder, care deeper, and refuse to give up on the dream I had stitched together with my own two hands.