Every thread starts somewhere. Sometimes it’s tangled, sometimes it’s fine and fragile, but it’s always the beginning of something larger.

By the time I started kindergarten, I was absolutely enamored with all things fashion. I loved to see how style reflected personality, and how something as small as a thread could hold a whole outfit together. I already had an understanding that clothing was not just what was worn on the body, but a reflection of the person. It was a way to capture a piece of myself and share it with the world. Shockingly, at the ripe age of five I was convinced that I wanted to be a fashion designer. Spoiler, that didn’t happen. But what did happen is that I learned how much could be made up of just pieces of thread woven together. I learned that something so small could create something much bigger, and that immense beauty could grow from the tiniest stitch.

Obviously, if you know me, I still love fashion, and I have a mildly unhealthy obsession with clothes. But now I know that it is something far beyond that. My love for fashion is just my love for people, beauty, creativity, and so much more all woven together. It has taught me so many life lessons, like how I am stitched together by so many different pieces to make something beautiful. I am by no means a fashion expert, and this is by no means a fashion blog. I am just a girl who is really good at learning life lessons the hard way, and I am learning to piece them together as I grow into myself.

You could say these little lessons —or very big ones— are the threads stitching me together as I continue to grow. And as a collector of life lessons, I see them as the threads of becoming.