Hydrangea is inspired by two women.
Not muses.
Not references.
Women who shaped the way I see the world.
My mother is quiet.
Shy in the way that makes you observe more than you speak.
Precise. Attentive. A forever fanatic of flowers.
I grew up watching her care for hydrangeas — adjusting light, trimming stems, noticing small changes others would miss.
From her, I learned attention to detail.
The importance of softness.
The beauty of restraint.
Hydrangea carries her calm.
My aunty Pecas is light.
She is the energy in the room.
The laugh.
The ray of sunshine that shifts everything.
From her, I learned that femininity can be joyful.
That elegance doesn’t have to be serious.
That style can carry optimism.
Hydrangea carries her light.

