Skirts, Like Mountains🌻🧵 🏔🏞

I keep asking myself the same question: why skirts ? Every time I make one, I’m amazed at how it turns out—not from surprise, but recognition. I don’t over plan them or force a design. I begin, I listen, and the skirt becomes what it wants to be. My hands seem to know before my mind does, and when its finished, it feels inevitable, like it always existed and I simply helped it arrive.

Skirts move the way I move and work the way I create—intuitively, responsively, with room to adjust. They carry history in them. For generations, women made skirts because they were practical, modest, and adaptable to real life. Appalachian women, church women, farm women, mothers and grandmothers shaped them from what was available. When I make a skirt, I don’t feel like I’m inventing something new. I feel like I’m stepping into a long, unbroken line.

Skirts also echo the landscape I’m drawn to. Mountains don’t have straight lines—they fold, gather, rise, and fall. Skirts do the same. They don’t demand a certain body or a fixed shape. They offer dignity without armour, strength without stiffness. That’s why I return to them. Skirts are the form that lets me be fully myself, without resistance.