Years ago, my grandmother passed away. Most of what she left behind were memories, but tucked away in the back of her cedar chest was a single piece of hand-loomed silk.‍

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It is an antique, over 50 years old, carrying patterns that served as the ancestors to the designs we see today. When I touch it, I don't just feel fabric; I feel her hands and see the light of the village where she grew up. What is most striking is that while the silk carries the soft patina of half a century, the threads remain as resilient and durable as ever. It possesses a character and a strength that only time and tradition can bestow.

I started Sealior because I realized that when a weaver dies and their looms fall silent, we don't just lose a craft—we lose our connection to the people who came before us.

Sealior is my grandmother’s silk. We don't create these pieces for a single season. We craft them with the same enduring strength as that original find, so that 50 years from now, your granddaughter can touch this silk and remember you.