Pinned. A story of texture. I come from a long line of haberdashers, a long line of unfiltered haberdashers. My life as a child was filled with knicker elastic and endless buttons, Cash’s school name tags and Vogue pattern books. Seersucker and satin. Wundaweb and binding tape. Circles of glass head pins and endless plastic rain bonnets. The fabric of my young self, forever stitched … Continue reading Pinned: A Tale of Childhood Textures