I began sewing Barbie clothes by the age of five, but my world altered upon witnessing the je ne se quoi that was Tamsyn’s yellow bodysuit. I was determined to make my own. Before that, I'd mostly worked with non-stretch cotton and felt a bit overwhelmed with the technicalities of zippers and buttons. However, that all changed when stretch knit fabric presented itself to me in the form of bodysuits. From then on out, my seedlings for fashion became an all-encompassing passion that would cause me many a sleepless night with fleeting visits of inspiration in my dreams.  

Dreamer, party of one. Thus the essence and origin of Veiled Beauty began long before 2008. Learning to sew as a youngster showed me how to create something from nothing. Creating something from nothing gave me value. With value came courage and the freedom to leave our small little town. With freedom, I curated not just a blossoming artistry I can call my own, but a lifestyle that was forged by diligence and fervor for the craft of creating. 

The integrity I hold Veiled Beauty to comes from my father, a man admired and respected by all. His accountability to God makes him the most just person I know. His kindness can be felt in conversation regardless if one's a stranger or friend. His example continues to instill in me standards which I provide my brides: with the careful attention and patience needed during this sometimes stressful but mostly exciting season of their lives.

The ingenuity of Veiled Beauty and commitment to quality comes from my mother. Her resourcefulness is a spectacle to behold. Her out-of-the-box thinking made her a woman who could scrape two pennies together and fashion a delicious, beautifully presented dinner on a nightly basis. True to every stellar chef she started with fresh ingredients. She insisted upon putting the jam in a pretty serving bowl with a separate spoon. We set the table with a full setting at each place regardless if a knife was needed for that meal. Furthermore, she stood for quality from the inside out. Her meals were hearty, healthy, fresh and most importantly made with love. She taught me to pour my heart into everything I do. She insisted on going that extra mile and never considered cutting corners. My mother showed me that, with a tenacity for hard work, love is first shown through your hands.