It began on the edge of a quiet bay.
After decades of work, solitude, and sacrifice, a woman in her fifties found herself alone — surrounded by silence, the sea, and the golden light that brushed her small wooden balcony.

Locals called her cottage The Rosewood House, for the warm hue of its weathered boards at sunset. There, she found her rhythm again — not in words, but in the soft hum of a sewing machine and the sound of waves against the shore.

She began to design pieces that reflected the water she watched every day:
gentle lines, effortless movement, colors that carried the calm of the sea and the warmth of sand.

Those first garments were made for herself — small acts of courage in cloth. But other women began to ask for them: women who had lived, worked, and weathered their own tides.

In 2006, her cottage atelier became Maison Rosewood Bay — a house of grace and renewal.
Each collection since has carried the same quiet promise:
to dress women not just in beauty, but in the feeling of belonging to themselves again.