04/04/2026
I made Roman blinds with my mam — measuring, cutting, stitching, trusting the process as much as the pattern.
When I brought them home, they were an inch too small.
An inch… but enough to feel like a failure.
So I listened to the mistake.
I added strips of blue velvet down each side, echoing the soft rhythm of the bobble trim at the bottom — and somehow, the flaw became the feature.
A happy accident.
A perfect mistake.
I’ve learned to see failure differently:
FAIL = First Attempt In Life.
In art, we get to respond, to reshape, to reimagine.
Even when precision matters, there’s still space for intuition to step in and say, *what if this is better?*
This time, it was.
Better than the plan.
I also made a matching pelmet built from an old election poster, wrapped and transformed, layer by layer into something new.
There’s something powerful in that
taking what was,
and making it into something beautiful.
Swipe to see some of the process.
