Does what you were define you, or do you define yourself by what you were? Are you the fabric of your past or the sum of your choices? When you look at the threads that make up your story, do you see tradition, individuality, or something else entirely?

Can you read between the lines? Have you ever recognised the power in the details, the significance of embroidery once reserved for royalty and the privileged? The silent impression, the words, the actions—what does it mean for you to wear it now? What does it mean to leave a mark? And how long will it last?

If every decision is a stitch, what patterns are you creating? Have you ever considered that each thread is a choice, woven together by art, history, and the moments that shape you? Does embroidery speak, or is it merely decoration? Is it a language known to a select few?

What does it say about you? Do you seek comfort, rebellion, tradition, or something deeper? If the world hears you after they see you, what are you saying without speaking? Are you a continuation of something timeless, or part of a passing trend?

What do you truly wear?