Tahi Tahi tales.

Mga likha mula sa retaso’t gantsilyo. Mga kwento naming mag-lola.
Gawa nang dahan-dahan.

Made from scraps and crochet, these pieces carry the stories between my grandma and I. Made slow.

If you used to stop by the $5 bento stand near Fisherman’s Wharf, you might’ve met her. That was my mama. She had a way of making everyone feel cared for. So much so, people called her “mama,” too. Even when she first moved to Oʻahu, barely settling in, she was already working double shifts, smiling, and giving back home. She believed in me before I believed in myself. She helped me go to school and fulfill my dreams of studying Fashion Design.

We finished this a while ago, but I held onto it. It felt too close to let go. These pieces hold our tahi-tahi time, our shared silence, the kwentos only passed down from lola to apo.

Now that she’s retired and back in the Philippines, all profits from this collection go directly to her. Every piece you carry supports her life back home.