The Mystery of Bella Wallace: A Story of Fire, Fabric, and the Unknown

Some souls are made of stardust and rebellion. Mine was made of earth, and fire. ✨

My story does not begin in a boardroom; it begins in a midnight studio, where I pressed my hands to raw, shaking materials—alive with possibility. I was nobody. A girl with a head full of equations and a heart full of thorns. But the world had no idea who I was about to become.

The Remains of the Ordinary

I literally built my empire from rags. Abandoned hemp, waste from mushroom leather, silk from a spider who will never know sunlight. Where others saw waste, I saw revolution. Each stitch was a revolt from the plastic-filled world we live in. Each design, a love note to the planet who everyone had forgotten. 🌍

But darling, make no mistake: this was not a fairy tale. The first year? I slept on a floor of sample swatches and lived off black coffee and the delightful pain of getting it wrong and proving everyone wrong. Investors laughed. "Sustainable materials? Honey, fashion eats bold for breakfast." Joke's on them—I am the storm they never saw coming. ⚡

The Alchemy of Shadows

Now, I am a career. A ghost in sustainable design. But really, they want to know,... how does she do it? The truth is, I live in the shadows. My process is a romance; a slow dance of science and the occult. One part laboratory coat, two parts witchcraft. (Yes, I talk to my fabrics. No, I will not apologize.)🔮

My atelier? A sanctuary of secrets. The walls vibrate with the energy of a thousand untold stories. And only if you’re very lucky, I may let you see the next material that is going to bring a fast-fashion giant to its knees. (Spoiler alert: It’s made from ocean waste. I did say I’m coming for them.)

The Invitation

So, here’s your choice, darling: Keep scrolling…or come into the rabbit-hole with me. But be warned—once you witness what lies below? There’s no going back.

—Bella Wallace
Renewable Materials Designer & Professional Troublemaker