Embrome: Born From a Stitch of Love

Four years ago, a tiny, wide-eyed ball of fur curled into my life—a half-year-old kitten gifted by a friend. I didn’t know it then, but that mischievous purring creature would become my quiet confidant, my zoomies-at-3am alarm clock, and the reason I’d start Embrome.

There’s a particular kind of magic in the way pets weave themselves into our stories. My cat was there for the late-night work sessions (sitting on my keyboard, of course), the heartbreaks (his fur absorbing more tears than any tissue), and the ordinary mornings that felt brighter just because he’d paw my face for breakfast. But one day, a chilling thought hit me: He won’t be here forever.

That fear led me to embroidery. During a coffee chat, a friend mentioned traditional threadwork, and suddenly, I had an idea—what if I could stitch his playful pounce onto my denim jacket? Or his sleepy loaf pose onto a tote bag? If I couldn’t stop time, I’d at least carry his memory into every corner of my life, long after.

So I did. And that first clumsy, thread-heavy experiment (let’s just say his whiskers looked more like spaghetti) became Embrome’s very first “product.” Mine.

But here’s the truth: It’s not just about pets. It’s about the fleetingness of everything we love—the childhood home we moved out of, the grandparents’ hands that held ours, the “lasts” we never see coming. Photos fade. Videos get buried in cloud storage. But embroidery? It’s tactile. It’s wearable art that says, This mattered.

That’s why Embrome exists: To help you turn love into thread. Your first dance as newlyweds stitched onto a linen shirt. Your toddler’s doodle immortalized on a backpack. Your late dog’s goofy ear-flip preserved on a pillow. No two stories are the same, so no two designs should be either.

You’re the artist here. We’re just the hands holding the needle.

Because in the end, we’re all just trying to outrun time—one stitch at a time.

With love (and cat hair on my keyboard),
[WayneXavier]
Founder, Embrome