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Waxing

I wanted to share a little bit of the process with you. Kweyve fabrics are absolutely created with great intention and love all the way through. 

As much as I love to present the almost perfect content on our page, I thought it was necessary to also share the not so perfect part of the process. Me, my little camping gas, worn out pot and favorite paint brush.

I treat each piece of fabric like I would a canvas when creating a masterpiece. 

Each piece is hand printed and then hand dyed to perfection with love. Each one unique in its own way.

Wear Kweyve. Wear art 💕

EXPLORING THE AFRO BOHEMIAN COLLECTION

Afro free spirited vibes, composed of, soft fabrics that create effortless movement, pops of color for added vibrance, and loving intention while each piece is carefully created.

This collection is inspired by a lot of natural element.

Watching leaves move so effortless, in the wind pushed me to want to introduce the element of movement with fabrics used

With the minimalistic style of art, I wanted to make sure I was working with only what what was needed, to prevent waste in creating beautiful ready to wear or “hang it up on the wall” pieces.

the entire collection, is hand dyed, and hand painted, adding a uniqueness to each individual piece. No item is exactly alike.

what are you waiting on? SHOP KWEYVE

I CHOOSE YOU

I had to make a choice, it was either me, or my fears.

I had to decide if I was going to let the what ifs, and the maybes win, or if I was going to step outside of me, and become who deep down inside I knew, I was born to be.

From as far back as I can remember, I have had visions of the life I had wanted, and how colorful and fulfilled it was going to be. I had pictured myself in far away places, around very many beautiful faces, free spirits just like me, who were fearless and always trusting of their journeys and how it had lead them. But as many times as I would dream, I would find all the reasons why those dreams were meant to remain just that, dreams.

I would remind my self of how undeserving I felt, and how I wasn’t talented enough to go after what I wanted. I would tell myself that where I was, was where I was meant to be, and I was not supposed to fight it. “there’s nothing special about you” I would say to myself, and now looking back, I don’t know how I ever believed it. Those thoughts and ideas are far from the truth, and the truth is they were as a result of my insecurities, which had been brought on by the ridiculous standards that society so skillfully masks, as a clear cut picture of what we are supposed to be, but in reality, clear cut, does not exist, and each of us was created from a unique mould, none like the other.

My uniqueness was once the box that kept me on the inside of my admittedly complicated mind, but today it is the root of the flower I have become.

I chose each day, to water, what felt like was dead to me, to allow growth find me, even when it felt like all it did was take away from me.

I opened up the windows and I let the sunlight in, and allowed the darkness to slowly find its ways out. I didn’t forget to thank it for the lessons, but I was clear in telling it, that I am choosing me this time, and I mean it.