A Little Chat About Where the Magic Begins You know, there are some mornings in the workshop that just hit differently. One blustery Tuesday, the rain was lashing against the windows, and the kettle was singing its morning tune, when a little drawing slipped from an old sketchbook. It was a rather smudged, but terribly sweet, child's rendering of their mum wearing a necklace – a chunky, colourful thing with what looked like all sorts of tiny symbols. It got me thinking, as these things often do, about the sheer warmth a truly personal piece of jewellery can bring. It's not just about what it looks like, is it? It's about what it means, the st...
