After a decade of lighthearted play, dabbling with the sparks of joy that creating pretty jewellery brought me - my life took an unexpected turn - and everything was burnt to the ground.

And from those embers, my self and my business have been born anew, refined and galvanised by the furnace of divorce and solo parenthood.

In 2021, as I began to step away from the ashes of my old life, I realised that my reasons for making - and wearing - jewellery had also been fundamentally re-cast. 

It was no longer simply about creating something that sparkled; it was about finding my spark.

The making and wearing of my jewellery became an important ritual to honour and explore my fiery rebirth.  I wore my jewellery as warpaint - with each ring that slid over my knuckles and each clasp fixed around my neck - each tiny ritual grounded me and reminded me of my self worth, my strength, my agency.

There is incredible power in owning and telling our stories, even when only to ourselves.  

When we combine our stories with jewellery, it imbues the metal with such raw emotion and meaning, it becomes a precious holder of our essence, our truth.