A wide satin sash with a forked tail, worn over the shoulder during the jewellery ceremony. Your initial and name, or both names and the day. Made as a pair for the couple.
Type the names and your piece appears here.
The preview is watermarked; your piece is made without it.
₺549.00
The final amount is confirmed with your order and never exceeds this figure.
Online checkout is on its way. Until then, order over WhatsApp: send the name, the date and the piece you’d like — we confirm the spelling with you, then start making it.
The questions we hear most before an order.
Yes — including Turkish letters like ş, ğ, ç and İ. If you're unsure about a spelling, send us a WhatsApp message before you order and we'll look at it together.
Yes, as long as we haven't started making it — WhatsApp is the quickest way to reach us. Once a piece is made it carries that one name, so it can't be changed.
Each piece is made for you, so allow up to 5 working days before it ships, then up to 3 working days in transit anywhere in Türkiye. If you have a date in mind — a hospital visit, a birthday — tell us and we'll do our best.
Of course. Every piece is wrapped ready to give, with a handwritten card inside. Just send us the short note you'd like on the card; no invoice goes in the box.
That's what it's made for. Keepsakes are made to be displayed, not played with, so keep them on a shelf or wall out of the baby's reach.
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The crafts, rituals and small moments behind these pieces — for the evenings when the house is finally quiet.
Customs & Traditions
A red ribbon on the door handle, a crimson sherbet for visitors, forty pebbles counted into a basin of water. In Anatolia a baby’s first forty days have always run on their own calendar. Where these customs come from, why families still keep them, and what a new mother — from here or elsewhere — can take from them.
· 4 min read
Sewing
Every September the same scene plays out in Turkish kitchens: four school smocks on the table, a reel of thread, a needle, and a name sewn into each collar so nothing gets lost. As the mother of four boys, I learned that the little label holds far more than lost cardigans.
· 3 min read
Sewing
Sewing classes in Dublin sell out months ahead, New York declares sewing “cool again”, and across Türkiye the old Singers are coming down from the attic. What’s behind the quiet comeback — and where does a new mother find room for it?
· 5 min read
