The first letter from the atelier.
There is an hour in every woman's day that no one else gets to see. The hour after the door closes. The hour before sleep. The hour she belongs only to herself. We make for that hour.
This journal is where we will write to you. Slowly. About the pieces, the women who wear them, the rituals we are building. About what it means to make something soft in a world that asks women to be hard.
We will not write often. When we do, it will be worth your time.
From Cairo, with care.
— The Cotton Candy Bite atelier