My Celtic cottage

02/07/2026

Summer 2026 pantone

04/02/2026

After 2 days of experimenting with colour ( from a cristally white into thea sea blue and finally I got this very dip night sky colour ) i stilldon't know what its going to be in an end but fabtic feel so luxurious to the skin

My Celtic cottage

24/01/2026

5.5 years ago someone given me compliment about my ability to turn the rugs into the style.
Thank you for been one of the first person who believing in me 🙏
I feel so .. (,even don't know how discribe it ) at that point of my life after lost Alex

P.s. one a pic one of latest creations :
Unwanted £3 cotton blanket from charity shop makes cozy curtains for the kitchen.
+ £1.49 wire
+ girly skills of hammering 🔨

11/01/2026

Classic duffle hoody coat in a middle of serious transformation.
The step N1- its not hoody any more ✂️ 🪡
Step N2 - Makes it's thicker (and as result more cozie) collar
Step N3🤔 ...I don't know yet.
Need something fun..

09/12/2025

One of the brave girls who was bulled and proud enough to stand for here talent & unique personality

My daughter has been bullied for three years. The cruelest kind: whispers in the hallways, “full” tables in the cafeteria just to keep her from sitting down, those silent, constant cruelties that leave deep wounds inside.

A month ago, I found her in her room — sitting, crying, with my fabrics scattered around her.

With a broken voice, she said, “They said my clothes are weird… because you make them at home, Mom.”

My blood ran cold. I sold handmade blankets to help with expenses, and sometimes I used fabric scraps to sew clothes for her. In that moment, I thought: maybe I’m the cause of all this. Maybe I made her a target.

Then she lifted her gaze. And in her eyes, through the tears, I saw a spark of strength, of almost proud defiance. She said, “Teach me to sew a blanket. I want to make something beautiful they can’t ridicule.”

And so we began. For weeks she worked on a pink quilt for her little sister. Every stitch was healing, every square of fabric sewn was an answer to the pain. The girl who had spent recess hiding until yesterday now walked with her head held high, clutching the pieces of fabric as if they were armor.

When she finished, she lifted it with trembling hands, proud but uncertain.
“Mom… can we show it to someone who isn’t just you? I’ve endured their cruelty at school for years, I can handle strangers’ opinions too. I want to know if it’s really turning out something beautiful.”

It was her first blanket. And she, standing there, held it in front of her: a fragile heart shaped by the past, but a new pride making her shine.

I promised her we would show it to the world. Because I know well that those who create with their own hands understand the value of what comes from the soul.

Now she waits to hear. After everything she’s been through, she just needs to be told that her work is special — at least as special as I see it.

Because when I look at that blanket, I don’t just see fabric and stitches.
I see my daughter.
I see a girl who has turned wounds into strength. Pain into beauty.

09/12/2025

One upon a rainy day .
Before & half way here... to make a
quilted skirt or even sleeveless dress...
I always wanted quilted skirt for myself ( but lazy enough to buy fabric + lining to do it from scratch ) , so used chance to get this jacket in local charity shop for transformation.

P.s. Feel better now and its so comfy with quilted coat



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