My daughter Milla has found her hitherto undiscovered groove. This year has been a difficult one for her, ever since she was old enough to hold a pencil she has loved art. She was never in any doubt she would go to art school and sure enough when the time came off she trotted off to École des Beaux Arts de Toulouse. To cut a long story short it’s been a miserable and disappointing experience for her. She kept herself sane (just about) by sewing, and it quickly exploded into a BIG deal for her. Designing her own garments and drafting the patterns, making them up in vintage and antique fabrics is her thing.
I’ve let her take over the big table in my studio and we dug out, cleaned up and got going again my lovely 60s Jones sewing machine. She prefers working with our newer machine for speed and precision, but I’m an old fuddy-duddy and much prefer the old one. She says it smells funky, I say it smells nostalgic.
I took these pictures of her the other day while she’s working on a commission for Domaine de Capiès, making pillow slips and napkins from dyed antique monogrammed and embroidered sheets for her to use on her new blog she’s just started.