Uig In Cloth

If I had to describe Uig in one word, it would be harmonious.

Everything here is a little eclectic, yet it comes together in a soft, beautiful way.

The muted tones of the land are lifted by the vibrant purples of heather,

by deep turquoise lagoons,

by the shifting whites of sandy beaches.

Light flickers across the water —

my husband calls the beach patterns the fingerprints of God.

I love that thought: of intentional creation, not chance.

I find inspiration in the textures of the glens and moorland,

the soft ruggedness of heather and wildflowers.

In the movement of wind, seen in marram grasses,

in the shifting machair,in the waves and the sands.

Uig is not just a place, but a community.

Here, people make time for each other —

to share music, food, ceilidhs, stories.

It’s a culture of generosity and deep care.

Sewing feels like a continuation of this rhythm:

the crofter shearing sheep,

the weaver at their loom

,surfers at Cliobh,

couples walking the shore.

Cloth here is never separate from land or sea — it’s part of the same story.

The ocean, vast and ever-changing, calls to me too.

Its colours, its movement, its bounty —

they anchor my creativity while setting it free.

When I sew, I feel part of the land, not just looking at it.

I want those who wear my work to feel the same.

To feel the soft wildness of Uig.

To feel authentically themselves.

To carry a piece of this place, even if they’ve never set foot here.

Because my sewing is not only about fabric —

it’s about carrying place in the fibres,and stories in the seams.