Studio Journal

It doesn't look like much - but to me this is everything. 

A quiet month of making, dreaming and noticing the first signs of spring. 

Some seasons are about becoming - others are simply about surviving. 

Dear future me, It’s January right now, and the days and nights are so cold. I’m sitting on the sofa wrapped in blankets, writing to you with ...

This year was a difficult one. I want to thank you so much for the support. 

In this season's journal, I invite you into the atelier - slips simmered in dye baths, porcelain pressed into delicate forms, scarves kissed with cochineal.  Though photographed in summer light, these pieces belong to winter - to cobblestone streets, candlelit cafés, and the poetry of slow fashion. 

A quiet note from the Blue Rochelle Studio - where French Blues meet soft linen, porcelain takes shape and the first whisper of winter begins.  A slow, reflective glimpse into July's creative rhythm. 

What I've been up too in May.

Stop chasing what does not align. 

Another year older and wiser? 

I'm doing my best to find my purpose again. 

so long 2024