12/07/2026
From my window...
There are moments when a single sentence finds you exactly when you need it.
Last week, while my hands moved through the familiar rhythm of stitching, I was listening to a podcast. It's one of my favourite parts of creating. My hands are busy, but my mind is open, and every now and then something lands that makes me stop and think.
I've lived with depression since I was nineteen. It's been a quiet companion for much of my life, shaping the way I see the world and, at times, the way I see myself and it's influenced every part of my life.
Then, in 2019, life unexpectedly brought me back home, and Ayla was born.
This week, Mel Robbins said something that settled deep in my heart: An idle mind doesn't automatically become creative—it becomes anxious.
I understood those words immediately.
When my mind has no purpose, it wanders into places it doesn't belong. It fills the silence with worry, self-doubt, and stories that haven't even happened. I've learnt that those are often the first whispers that a depressive episode may be approaching.
Maybe that's why Ayla has become so much more than a leather business.
She is my sanctuary. My purpose. My quiet place.
She gives my hands something meaningful to create, my heart something to pour itself into, and my mind a place where imagination can breathe instead of fear. Every piece I make reminds me that even when life feels heavy, beauty can still be created—one careful stitch at a time.
Sometimes healing doesn't arrive with grand gestures.
Sometimes it arrives disguised as a piece of leather, a needle and thread, and a dream worth showing up for every single day.
With love
Ayla—gentle, vulnerable, and quietly strong.