It started with friendship bracelets when I was eight years old. Sewing was already something I enjoyed; then my godmother came with a friendship bracelet tutorial book and the fury of knotting began. My mother tried teaching me some Macramé at some point, since she made some rather large extravagant macrame curtains for her clothes/swimwear boutique. I suppose having a designer for a mother meant that creating out of textiles was never out of reach for me. It was always a part of me, yet I spent the majority of my childhood and young adulthood dancing. So anything creative that wasn't dance I did purely out of enjoyment, I guess you could say a hobby.

For some reason I can't quite figure out, towards the end of my training as a dance therapist, I took some threads again, made some embroidery, and then began knotting like the way I used to (a la friendship bracelet style), and suddenly it came to my realiszation that ANYTHING was possible to create out of knots. Through internet browsing I realised that Macramé is just the reverse image of friendship bracelets, so I quickly fine tuned my knots and reversed them! And it swept me away, literally. I was knotting non-stop. An addictive fever took over me and I couldn't stop.

First, I wanted to learn some basics... Still using embroidery floss for cords, I wanted to learn the beautiful mandala lotus pattern. This youtube video by CSLdesigns, with her soft spoken, calming charm took me through my first macrame tutorial. And here is what happened:


Yes, it turned into madness reigns in mandala lala-land, I was actually trying to make a necklace! Well, I'm still planning to turn this into a bracelet, it's one of many unfinished pieces waiting for me to put all the parts into one functional object!

I then made the Lotus bloom necklace, this piece now sold. And soon I dived into hemp cords, and learnt the art of cabochon, making the Zing necklace.

I still experiment with different types of cords. I love how each material creates a completely different texture. But I think its safe to say, Love knots is not just my hobby. No, Love knots is a passion. I'll continue knotting for as long as the fire burns.


Under cold sunrise.
Lays still fox with head in paws.
Rest in peace. Alive.
                        Charles Mallah
Waves of ice
sting me with your teeth
and swallow me with might.
Drown my soul
in your deep black blurr.
Freeze my hair
my skin, flesh and bones.
Waves of ice
Even though you reflect the light
let there be no shadow of myself
no eyes to see at all.
Turn my tongue raw.
Seal my ears with your sound.
Press my lungs against your grand cold floor.
Breathe in all of my oxygen
and blow it out
leaving me burst.
The tears I will shed
I do not mind,
you will absorb them in your vibes.
Waves of ice
disguise my form
with your thoughts of storm.
You have no restrictions
and this surely isin't fiction,
but a tale of evolution.
For my intuition is rare
and my heart lies bare.

This is inspired by the song "Anthem of a dying day":

This day doesn't seem to die,
It lives on,
Even though it is as unwanted as an earthquake,
Always shaking your problems into bigger ones,
Spreading them around like a million stones
Lying upon the sands of the deepest ocean.
But your lips remain sealed,
Like cold iron bars standing hopeless.
For deep inside of you,
You know clearly who is to blame for the day's new problem.
But you continue to challenge yourself,
Day by day,
Season by season,
Lifetimes through others.