Long before fast fashion, there were hands.
Hands that sowed flax, spun threads, and wove stories into linen – soft yet unshakable, like the women who wore it.
In lands wrapped in morning mist, they walked barefoot through meadows, hair loose, hearts steady. They wove linen from flax grown under the same sun that warms us now.
They were called laumės – part legend, part truth. They were strong without shouting, wild without chaos, soft without apology.
Fast-forward to today – not much has changed (at least not for you).
You move with the gentle grace of moss, laugh like fresh rain, and own every sidewalk as if it were your own wild meadow.
Our dresses are shaped by that same rhythm – slow, grounded, alive.
They carry the hush of mossy forests, the strength of sun-warmed fields, and the grace of laumės drifting barefoot through morning fog.
Woven in Lithuania, made for women who remember.
Even if they’ve never been told the story before.
