How It All Began
Hi and welcome — I’m so glad you found your way here. Before you dive into the pieces I’ve made, I thought I’d give you a peek behind the curtain. This little shop is the result of years of quiet persistence, of figuring things out one piece at a time. I never set out with a grand plan — I simply kept creating because it felt like something I was meant to do. Here’s a glimpse into the journey that’s brought me here.
Age 11 – A Quiet Obsession
When I was eleven, my mother told me I once spent hours at the kitchen table stringing together buttons, beads, and bits of broken jewelry. I don’t remember the exact day, but I do remember how calm and content I felt. She said it was the first time she’d seen me so focused. Looking back, that quiet afternoon may have been where it all truly began.
Age 18 – Giving It Away
By eighteen, I was always tinkering with little creations — simple necklaces, playful bracelets. Most of them ended up in the hands of friends, gifts for birthdays or just because. I didn’t think of it as anything more than a hobby. But every time someone wore one of my pieces, I felt a quiet sense of joy that stuck with me.
Age 25 – My First Sale
At twenty-five, I tagged along to a craft fair with a friend who insisted I bring some of my jewelry. I had no expectations. But before the day was done, a stranger picked up a necklace and bought it. Just like that. I remember holding the folded bill in my hand, shocked and beaming. That small moment felt like a turning point.
Age 36 – Late Nights and Big Ideas
By thirty-six, life was busy — full-time job, toddlers underfoot, and a million responsibilities. But once the house quieted down at night, I’d return to my tools and let my mind slow down. My designs became more thoughtful, my materials more refined. Those late-night hours were when I started to see this not just as a pastime, but as something that mattered.
Age 52 – Claiming the Garage
At fifty-two, I finally cleared out the garage and turned it into a real studio. A sturdy desk, proper lighting, trays of stones and metal — it became my sanctuary. That year, I launched my online shop. Orders started coming in from all over the country. Pieces I made at my little workbench were making their way into people’s lives. That still amazes me.
Age 63 – A Gentle Shift
These days, I’m easing into a new rhythm. I'm not stepping away from making — I don’t think I ever truly will — but I’m letting myself slow down a bit. I want to spend more time with family, enjoy long walks, and be present for the little moments. And in between, you’ll still find me at my bench, hands busy with the next quiet creation.