Entry No. 1: On The Beauty Of New Beginnings
Hello, My Darling,
There is something sacred about a new beginning…
2025 has brought several new beginnings to my life. Just this past week, all three of my children closed chapters—bittersweet and beautiful in their own ways. My oldest daughter, Nataliya, graduated high school. My 11-year-old, Sierra, graduated from 5th grade and will be leaving the independent school she’s attended since first grade to begin middle school across town. And my youngest, 5-year-old Isaiah, will be starting kindergarten this fall.
The week was full of tears—tears of joy, of sweet sadness, of that ghost-like quality memories tend to carry. And this year, for me professionally, has brought a transformation of its own. Last October, I decided to remove my brand from social media. I slowed down—paused, really—to refocus and relocate my creativity. And I found it.
I found it in the stillness.
In long walks.
In quiet journaling.
I found it in the smiles of my children.
In old family photographs and the stories my mother told me.
In bookshelves and spring petals.
In the dust on vintage furniture.
In the pages of the Bible.
In the crinkles around my eyes and the boxes of forgotten sketches waiting for their moment.
I found myself—my dreams, my fears, my hopes, my life.
Something in the struggle stitched together with tears, reinforced by experience—not only mine, but that of my ancestors. Seamstresses. Cobblers. Decorators. Style mavens. And me—a designer and dressmaker.
Now that we’ve reached the halfway point of this year, I’ve decided to share the journey of the woman I am becoming. A woman unafraid of quiet beginnings and renewed vision. A woman building a couture house, inch by inch, stitch by stitch—one that serves queens, princesses, aristocrats, and the truly affluent. Clients who are not swayed by trends or virality, but drawn to artistry, heritage, and legacy.
With this diary, I hope to share the story that isn’t often told until the entries have faded—to give a glimpse into the pages as they are being written. The journey of a rising dressmaker, toiling and toileing lovingly in New England, in my home-based atelier. An intimate journal that will share both the artistry and the epiphanies.
And if you stay close, you’ll witness something very dear to my heart: the quiet unfolding of my next great beginning—my couture house’s debut at New York Bridal Fashion Week.
Handwritten from my heart to yours—let us stitch a story of beauty and becoming. Subscribe to read what unfolds.
With Love,
Dani Simone
