Hearthlin

She was never meant to be a garment at all.

The flannel was thrifted with other plaid shirts, destined to be used for backing on a denim blanket. Practical. Sturdy. Uncomplicated.

 But then one day, she happened to fall beside a lace dress. A soft collision — hardy plaid meeting delicate lace. The pairing felt unexpected but oddly right. Like two lives bumping into each other at the perfect moment. 

 The idea simmered for some time. I pulled inspiration from pieces in my own closet — a favourite shape, a memory of movement — and slowly, she became. The boxy plaid top opened up into something gentler. A flowing panel of lace transformed her back. A pocket on the chest, a final note of softness.  

Hearthlin is a reminder that even the roughest layers can hold tenderness inside. She carries the p