The simplest version of complicated.
I dropped out of law school without a plan, only a promise: no more shoulds, only wants. I worked as a bicycle messenger, learned to farm, fell in love, sold my car and for the first time felt truly at home in my own skin. I began to notice and be taken by my own physicality: the crook of my arm holding the shovel, my thighs tightening as I pedaled, my hands strong and stained by the day. These were common moments when function was unexpectedly beautiful. This was, I determined, a form of beauty I wanted to capture and express.
I began to make things, with metal, with wood, and eventually with fabric. And here, where the practical and the precious came together, was where I landed. I enrolled at the California College of the Arts in San Francisco for clothing design. In 2007 I started Filly.
Filly is a women’s clothing company based in Santa Cruz, CA. I design with the body in mind, hoping to compliment a range of shapes and sizes while simultaneously providing comfort and ease. My fabrics; cloth linen, leathered twill, raw silk and screen cotton, are chosen for their durability, tactility, and sophisticated yet grounded appeal. Filly pieces are meant to be worn, worked, washed and loved. My designs are in service to you and your sometimes mundane, sometimes glorious, always important life and each moment in between. Visit our shop at 714 Riverside Ave by appointment by calling (831) 334-7977.
These days I find myself lifting bolts of fabric rather than shovels of dirt but I still notice and admire how I move through the day. Filly expresses my love for the unexpected, when life is happening and you are in it. And you are amazing. Simply living and simply beautiful.
Here at Filly I wrap your dress on the wooden trunk in the living room. I snip errant threads and pick off specks of lint and fold and refold until it looks like a gift. Each sheet of tissue paper has a creased corner because three years ago the bulk package of tissue paper got caught in the door and it takes forever to use up a whole package. I know you won’t mind. You’re a Filly lady. You’re cool. And I begin to picture your face. I imagine you opening the package and putting on your Filly right then and there, and never having to take it off. It ages as you age, each of you becoming more lovely with each passing day.
On the way to Fedex, my dog Levy lays on the shipments and crumples them a bit so I slide them to the floor of the truck where they pick up a little dirt and the Check Engine light comes on and I listen to NPR and worry about the world and my place in it.
Filly is me and I am not perfect. Filly is me and I am just right. We all are.
Thank you, again, for the hundredth time, for liking and supporting what I do.