Andong, 1987 · It started with my grandmother's needle
I grew up in Andong watching my grandmother stitch hanbok by hand. Every knot in a hanbok carries a melody she used to hum. This class isn't just about wearing the dress — it's about borrowing, for an afternoon, the warmth of a grandmother who stayed up all night sewing for her grandchildren.
— 한복여행 한복남





