Real Life

Making THE move: My Experience Living In Canada's Fashion Capital.

Making the move to Montréal came as naturally to me as a tree shedding its leaves. There's something about new beginnings and new chapters that ignites a spark in me.. Long before I was blessed wi...

Oh, Molly... Where Have You Been?

As some of you know, last year ended on a ghostly note.I faded off all social media platforms- this blog, my personal Instagram (even Pinterest) and retreated back to my introspective ways for som...

A Dollar And A Dream: My First Order of Custom MOLLY Shoes.

I'm about to sell my very first pair of handcrafted Molly shoes- cute, of course with my edgy take, sturdy and ready to be envied. The problem, however, is that it's bitter sweet. There's ...

5 Things You Absolutely Should Know Before Starting A Business

  It's gonna be a fight everyday, with your emotions and with you self esteem. I think we all think highly of ourselves and are easily disappointed when it seems as though we're nowhere near whe...

The Journey To MOLLY: Unveiling My First Pair of Handmade Shoes & Dealing With Creative Block.

The last time I bared my soul, I was stuck on the disappointment of not having my very first pair of shoes finished AND having to deal with not living up to my own expectations. I have a deep-ro...

The Journey To MOLLY: Why I Put A Pause On Shoe-Making.

Shoemaking has given me a totally different perspective on life. These days I tend to feel a lot more purposeful and optimistic when I wake up. Not that I wasn't at all to begin with, but it's pre...

Real Life: The Struggles Of Building A Footwear Brand

Starting a business could either be the single most terrifying thing on the planet or the most liberating thing. After years of expressing my love for shoes through conceptual sketches and proof o...

Got shoes you haven't worn in months (or years)? Here's how to get rid of those babies.

You’re here because you just don’t know when, how or if you should even part ways with your favourite pair of shoes. Well, I’ve got news for you. It’s called separation anxiety, or in brutal hones...