The Whisper of Yesteryear: How a Dream Takes Shape You know, sometimes the quietest moments are when the loudest ideas truly strike. I remember one blustery afternoon, tucked away in my favourite little corner of the workshop, the rain drumming a steady rhythm against the window. I was sketching, as I often do, letting my mind wander back through the annals of jewellery lore. The vintage pieces, oh, they just have a certain something, don’t they? A soul, almost. It was during one of these deligh...
