Where It All Started
Thank you for being here. Before you explore the collection, I wanted to share how this journey began. I never set out with a business plan — just a quiet love for making things by hand. Over time, that love became something steady, something lasting. Here’s how it all unfolded, from the very first spark.
Age 10 – A Quiet Focus
At ten, I spent an afternoon sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting through a tin of broken jewelry my grandmother had given me. I didn’t speak, didn’t move much — just threaded, untangled, experimented. That was the first time I remember feeling completely at home with something in my hands.
Age 18 – Gifts With Heart
By eighteen, I was giving away handmade pieces — little bracelets, mismatched earrings, things made from scraps. I didn’t think of it as anything more than fun. But when friends kept wearing them, even long after the occasion had passed, I began to sense that it meant more than I realized.
Age 30 – Returning to the Bench
At thirty, after years of moving, changing jobs, and raising young kids, I came back to jewelry. I set up a small table by the window, invested in proper tools, and carved out time just for creating. The work got better. And I started to feel something solid forming beneath it.
Age 44 – First Time Sharing
At forty-four, I took my pieces to a weekend market. I remember my hands shaking as I arranged everything on the table. But someone stopped, picked up a necklace, and smiled like they’d found something special. That moment changed everything — it gave me the courage to keep going.
Age 57 – A Studio All My Own
At fifty-seven, I cleared out the back shed and finally gave myself a proper workspace. It wasn’t fancy, but it was bright and full of possibility. That same year, with my daughter’s help, I launched my online shop. The day I shipped a piece overseas, I stood at the post office in quiet awe.
Age 68 – Creating Without Hurry
Now, at sixty-eight, life has softened. I have more time to be with family, to rest, to move slowly. But jewelry is still a part of my every day. I step into my studio most mornings, not out of habit, but out of love. And each piece I send out still carries a little piece of that love with it.