People assume that because my mother paints the prints, I must have inherited her talent with a brush. The truth? My canvas is the closet.
Growing up around Ala, I learned early that accessories are where the real mischief and magic live. They’re the difference between fine and finished, between “I threw this on” and “Oh, this? I totally meant to look this put together.” Accessories are how one simple, easy outfit carries me through a full day of real life: school runs, lunches, dinners, and all the moments in between. One solid base, then a silk scarf, a raffia bag, a bangle, and a pair of earrings later, and it looks like I’ve made three wardrobe change when really I’ve only changed my mind.