Our Story: Threads of Earth & Hand

In a quiet village where mist clings to mulberry trees, a needle pierces silk—not a sound, but a whisper across centuries. This is where our tale begins: not in a boardroom, but in the calloused palms of artisans who stitch sunrises into existence, one thread at a time.

We are storytellers in silk and flax. Our embroidery isn’t “made”; it is grown—from organic dyes brewed with indigo leaves and pomegranate rinds, from silkworms nurtured on pesticide-free groves. Every motif—a peony, a phoenix, a ripple on a moonlit lake—is drawn not by machines, but by hands that know the weight of patience.

Our craftswomen, heirs to dynasties of needlework, work as their grandmothers did: by daylight’s grace, never rushing what the earth took seasons to yield. A single shawl may bear 10,000 stitches, each a pact with imperfection. That slight asymmetry in the lotus petal? It’s the artisan’s breath caught mid-stitch—a human pulse in a world obsessed with sterile precision.

We trade in slowness. In threads that biodegrade as gently as autumn leaves. In heirlooms that outlive trends. This isn’t luxury; it’s legacy—stitched not for galleries, but for hands that cherish the weight of alive things.