About Imani

Hey sis.

I don't even know how to start this except to just be honest with you.

There was a season in my life where my Bible was sitting on my nightstand held together by a rubber band. Pages falling out. Cover worn down. And every Sunday I'd walk into church carrying it in a plastic bag because I didn't have anything worthy to put it in. Not because I couldn't find one — but because nothing I found felt like me. Nothing felt like it understood that this book is the most important thing I own.

So one night I just… sat down and made one. Fabric I'd been saving. Thread I bought for something else. My kitchen table at like 11pm. And when I finished it I just held it and cried a little bit because it finally felt right. Like the outside matched what the inside meant to me.

My grandma saw it and said "baby, make me one." Then my sister wanted one. Then my girl from church. Then somebody I've never met slid into my DMs at midnight asking where I found it.

That's when I realized this wasn't just for me.

Gospel Stitch started at that table. And every single bag I make still comes from that same table. My hands. My thread. My prayer over every stitch.