About us

My grandfather was a tailor ✂ and he had a small workshop.
In 1948, he was forced to leave his country 
He lost his land, his shop, and everything he had.
Later, he moved to another land, started over, and opened a new workshop.

When I was a child, I used to spend time with him in that workshop 🧵.
I’d sit beside him, help him sometimes, and listen as he told me stories about tailoring in Palestine —
how they worked with limited tools, in difficult conditions,
and how the craft was part of their identity and daily life.

Those days became a big part of who I am.
They connected me to my grandfather, to our homeland, and to the craft.

So I’m here to continue what my grandfather started.