From grandma’s sewing room to your wardrobe

Our grandmother Luciana sewed in a little sitting room with a Singer machine, a full-length mirror and a biscuit tin full of buttons. She took up hems, took in waists and, whenever there was a wedding, half the neighbourhood came through her door.

She had no shop and no window display. She had a good eye.

She taught us to feel the fabric before reading the label, to turn a garment inside out to check the seams, and to distrust anything that only looks good on the hanger.

That is the one rule of this boutique.

We, her grandchildren, have opened the boutique she never had — online, with no physical stores or middlemen. We choose every piece one by one, check it before it ships and wrap it in tissue paper, just like she did with her orders.