I’m often asked why I started this blog, and for the longest time, I tried to come up with something clever — a story that sounded smart, maybe even impressive. But the truth is much simpler than that.

I started this blog for the little me. The girl who spent hours flipping through glossy magazines, completely enchanted by the world of words, fashion, and storytelling. She dreamed of creating something beautiful, something that felt like her.

In 2020, right before the lockdown, the idea of starting a blog began to take shape. At first, it was supposed to be a food blog with a friend, but when that plan fell apart, she encouraged me to start one on my own.

To tell you the truth, I had no background in blogging, and the thought of writing for an audience terrified me — especially since my only writing until then had lived quietly in the pages of my journals. Still, there was this small, persistent voice that kept saying, “Just start.” So, I did. And when I hit publish for the first time, I felt a wild mix of excitement, nerves, and joy all at once.

My friends showed up — they read, they shared, they encouraged. And, that tiny act of faith grew into something real. In that moment, I knew a lifelong love affair had begun.

Today, every post, every word, and every story I share is for her. The little girl who dreamt of creating something she’d be proud of. And for you, for taking time out of your day to read what I write. This space is my dream come true.

And I’m endlessly grateful that you’re part of it.