The Maker
She came home in April. That's why I named her April.
A few years ago, I was going through one of the hardest seasons of my life. I wasn't doing well. I needed something quiet and warm to hold on to. So I brought home a small creature, and I named her April — after the month she arrived.
She didn't ask anything of me. She just stayed close. And somehow, that was enough.
Somewhere along the way, I realised: she won't be here forever. None of them are.
That thought hit me harder than I expected. I started looking for a way to hold on to her — not just in photos, but in something I could actually touch. Something made slowly, with care, that felt as real as she does.
I couldn't find what I was looking for. So I made it myself.
I taught myself to carve leather. To felt wool into tiny, breathing shapes. I worked until the materials started to listen. And then I realised — I wasn't the only one who needed this.
Every piece I make is done entirely by hand, by me, in my studio. I only take a small number of commissions each month — because each one deserves my full attention. When you send me a photo of your companion, I study it for a long time before I begin. I want to get it right.
This isn't a product. It's a way of saying: I see how much you love them.