Rose Gold Silver Criss-Cross Ring

A Life in Small Things

I’m so glad you’re here.
I wanted to share a little of how this all began. This shop, these pieces… they’ve grown out of years of quiet work, long evenings, and a simple love of making. I never set out to build something big. I just kept going, one piece at a time.
Here’s how it started — and what’s coming next.

Age 14 – Something in My Hands
I was fourteen when I first spent an entire afternoon untangling a handful of old beads from a drawer in my aunt’s hallway. I wasn’t trying to make anything. I just liked how it felt to thread them, to see the colors line up, to make something small and my own. My mom said I barely looked up for hours. That was the first time.

Age 20 – A Quiet Kind of Gift
By the time I was twenty, I was making little earrings and charm bracelets for people around me. Birthdays, breakups, just because. I never saw it as more than a kind gesture. But whenever I spotted someone still wearing one of my pieces weeks later, it stayed with me. That quiet kind of pride — it never really left.

Age 31 – A Stranger, a Table, a Shift
When I was thirty-one, a friend asked me to share her market stall one weekend. I almost said no, but I brought a small box of things I had made. Someone I didn’t know bought a necklace — just picked it up, smiled, and said she loved it. I packed up that night with a nearly empty box and a feeling I hadn’t expected.

Age 43 – Work That Felt Real

At forty-three, life was busy — work, kids, noise — but in the evenings, I carved out time to really focus. Better tools, better metals, stones I’d picked carefully. I wasn’t just tinkering anymore. I was learning what made something feel lasting. That’s when I started to think: maybe this is more than a hobby.

Age 58 – A Space of My Own
At fifty-eight, I turned the back of the garage into a studio. It was simple — a workbench, soft lighting, drawers full of tools — but it was mine. That year, I launched my online shop. I started sending pieces to places I’d never been, wrapped with care at the same table I still work at today.

Age 70 – A New Rhythm
Now that I’m retiring, everything shifts a little. I still love making jewelry, and I’ll keep creating here and there — but life gets more space now. I want time for my grandchildren, for school plays, long walks, slow mornings. The studio door is still open, but these days, I’m just as happy to leave it for a while and be present for everything else I love.