The name for my workshop comes from my grandmother, who was herself a talented seamstress. Her maiden name, Sabol, came from the eastern region of Slovakia, where the slavs borrowed the Hungarian word for tailor, szabo, and spelled it saból.

Although the 20th century interrupted what may well have been a familial tradition of tailoring, and my grandmother was not alive to teach me what she knew, I picked up sewing as a young girl and learned through sheer perseverance, or perhaps because it’s in my blood. I continue to this day.

My aesthetic focus is on the distinctive quality of hand stitching, and more recently, embroidery as well. I hope that my work will help to keep a spontaneous form of the tradition alive, and maintain high expectations for the beauty of the needle arts.

Each piece is an opportunity to bring an idiosyncrasy to life — the meeting of practical needs, the weight and texture of fabric, the wisdom in old patterns, the rhythm of single stitches — to reflect an individual existence.