My Story
I grew up in the West Village of New York City in a 4-story home filled to the brim with items deemed special. After my mother passed in 2015, and my father moved to a nursing home with Dementia, I was left to sort through and decide what to keep and what to get rid of. After a few years of having my mother’s clothing stored away in closets, I knew I was never going to wear the clothing, and I finally felt I wanted to do something with them. I started transforming them into wall hangings, crocheted baskets, rugs, quilts, curtains, and more and I became surrounded. In working with her clothing, I felt connected to her.
Today I am able to feel and interact with her belongings in a new form. The healing this brought me was tremendous, and I want to do this for you.
what barrow means
An artificial mound over a grave. Barrows were built like tombs — they would bulge and swell.
Barrow is also the name of the street I grew up on in New York City.
I bring flat fabrics back to life. I give it shape and structure. It takes on new life, while still holding the rich history it lived.
I give our loved ones a new body, a new vessel for which to exist in — A new way for them to bring us comfort.
All of the pieces I make are made on Barrow Street, with love.