In the suspended silence of lockdown, when everything seemed at a standstill, we chose to react by cultivating creativity. Stefania and I began cutting and sewing old shirts, transforming them into masks: small gestures born to lighten a difficult time and transform it into something positive.
Little by little, the studio terrace filled with life. Among the eggplants and peppers from our urban garden, the first creations appeared, almost composing a humorous and surprising scene.
Meanwhile, the table became our refuge. We felt the need to make it special, to adorn it with care and beauty. Thus, table runners, placemats, and crochet doilies were born: details that brought warmth to everyday gestures.

Every project was born from the same principle: creative recycling. Upholstery scraps, fabrics collected on travels, and forgotten materials found new life thanks to our hands.
This is how our workshop was born, next to the architecture studio: a place where sewing therapy is experimented, but above all a space where thread becomes a bond, and ideas intertwine like living networks of female creativity.