Grandma, Punk, Needles... but not in the way you think

Thirty-five years ago, my grandmother taught me how to embroider.

Not because she saw some grand future in it for me, she just had time, and I had curiosity. We sat together, and she passed the needle into my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She’s not with us anymore. Just when I first figured out how to write out the processes, she died. So 2 months later it was time for something to actually happen.

But her lessons are stitched into everything I make. The quiet defiance of not chasing perfection. The joy of doing something just because it feels right. The belief that every messy stitch has a place.

So why start a blog? Why the first Monday of every month?

Because Mondays are weird little thresholds. They mark the end of one thing and the beginning of something else. They’re full of potential, and also a bit of dread. And honestly? I think that’s the perfect time to reflect, reset, and stitch a few new thoughts into the fabric of the month.

This blog will be full of personal stories, reflections, scraps of punk, queer and feminist history, a whole lot of embroidery, a splash of paint, and probably a few tangled threads. Some posts will be soft and vulnerable. Others will be bold and loud. All of them will be honest.

My goal is to offer a little something: inspiration, reflection, humor, and a reminder that you’re not alone. That being human is messy, and making art is one way we keep it all together. That self-love and acceptance are practices, not end goals. And that the process matters way more than the product.

It’s a stitched-together corner of the internet where we can meet, and just... breathe. Create. Be.

So if this speaks to you, come back next time as well.

I’ll be here: stitching, writing, reflecting.

(The photo below, is not my own work, I took it in Vienna shortly after moving here. If you know the author, I need the credit. The little drawing is mine.)

Ivett