Well. It has been a HOT minute.

From the outside, it has probably looked like I just vanished off the face of the planet. And the old Heidi would have worried so much about those optics that, frankly, it never would have happened!

But this is not her

2022 was what I call my “annus horribilis” — my “horrible year.”

There are times when life comes crumbling down around you. Where the only thing left standing seems to be the stone walls. The parts people see. . .

Strong and tall, thistles rise up from dusty trailsides lifting their deep amethyst petals toward azure blue skies. They defy the heat and hostility of summer. . .

I created this collection as a nod to those stormy moments that turn your world upside down. When you find yourself so deep you can’t orient yourself.