Dear Nonna,

Your eye for detail taught me that elegance isn’t loud. It lives in how we arrange a table, tie a scarf, move through the world with grace — wherever we find ourselves. Magata is stitched with your quiet strength, your way of making beauty part of the everyday.

You used to say, “We should all feel comfortable both in the woods and at tea with the Queen.” I think of that often.

I still remember the seamstress’ boutique — a place that barely exists anymore. That’s where I first understood that beauty isn’t about perfection —it’s about presence. That style lives not in what we wear, but in how we move through life.

Never rushing. Never forcing. You made time bend to your rhythm. You believed in magic — not the kind in fairy tales, but the kind we make with our hands.

Magata holds your memory. A world where nothing is too small to matter, and kindness is a soft form of power.

Thank you for teaching me that to create is to care.

With all my love,
Marina