I grew up in a mountain village with the sound of my grandmother's sewing machine. She is an ordinary tailor. Many ordinary fabrics were transformed into exquisite clothes by grandma's skillful hands. Influenced by my grandmother, I fell in love with fashion design. In college, I majored in fashion design. At that time, I pursued nature and purity.
However, the fast-paced urban life and the invasion of business have made me gradually forget the original intention of my design. The fast-changing fashion makes people dress according to trends. They lose their identity and forget the clothes that fit them the best.
Time is drifting away. We can only follow its steps and reluctantly delete those dense memories. In the years, we run all the way. It is those bumps and scars that let us learn to disguise ourselves. Time has aged the face, diluted the memory, and changed the scenery. The only constant is the true heart. That year, grandma went to another world in her cotton and linen clothes. I know she loves cotton and linen clothes. Just like her people, she has been pursuing a simple and casual life without restraint.
So I went back to my hometown, dressed in cloth clothes, felt the tenderness of rough clothing, plain and sincere lingering, and became myself again.
The sun shed seeds with natural gifts. Grow, bloom, and release. When every trace of fiber full of sunshine flavor passes through the world of cotton and linen, one cotton and one linen will degenerate into the best state of cotton and linen.
It can make people feel the inner peace, the design without rules to follow, the unique style, and the unique personality of each of us.
We can't be in nature all the time, but we can walk in the city in cotton and linen, which is a natural return to our body and mind.
I hope that for the rest of my life, I will find clothes to dress up, be the simplest of myself, enjoy a quiet and elegant life, empty my thoughts, be free, and enjoy that unique charm.