14/12/2025
THE MAKING OF MILA — A STORY OF ANGST, REBIRTH & A VERY EXPENSIVE PIECE OF LACE
MILA took over a year to resolve. A year of redesigning, rethinking, staring at her in absolute silence, and wondering whether I should take up basket weaving instead. Every experiment brought me closer, then further, then maddeningly close again.
I looked at the lace (which cost a small fortune, naturally), realised it had absolutely no intention of cooperating, and did the only thing that made sense at the time:
I cut it up.
Every inch.
Every motif.
Deconstructed until nothing remained but possibility.
From that pile of fragments, I rebuilt. Piece by piece. Motif by motif. No shortcuts. No neat roadmap. Just surrendering to the process and trusting that the right dress was buried somewhere inside the chaos.
And that’s how MILA was born — not from perfection, but from persistence. Not from certainty, but from the willingness to start again, again, and again until the gown finally spoke with the voice it was meant to have.
Some dresses are made.
MILA was earned.
