EDYA began here.There was a girl who left Japan far behindand arrived in the Philippines—a place of swaying palm trees, quiet Catholic churches,and a gentle flow of time carrying echoes of Spanish influence.One day, she wandered into a small thrift shop.Among the shelves, something caught her eye—an old kimono, stained and worn by time.It was more than fabric.It held a journey.A kimono that had crossed the sea,far from where it once belonged—just like her.Forgotten, yet still beautiful.Waiting to be seen again.Revived.Reborn.That quiet encounter became the beginning of EDYA.A story of giving new life,of weaving Japanese tradition with the warmth of the Philippines,and of allowing what was once forgottento shine once more.This is where everything started.

EDYA began here.I left my home country, Japan, and found myself in the Philippines—a place of swaying palm trees, quiet Catholic churches,and a gentle flow of time that echoed the days of Spanish influence.One day, I stumbled upon a small thrift shop.As I stepped inside, something caught my eye—an old, stained kimono, worn by time and travel.In that moment, I saw myself in it.A kimono that had crossed the sea, arriving far from where it began—just as I had.Revived. Reborn.That encounter became the beginning of EDYA.A story of giving new life,of weaving Japanese tradition with the warmth of the Philippines,and allowing something once forgotten to shine again.This is where everything started.