The Quiet Morning Brew and a Spark of Inspiration It was one of those gloriously crisp British mornings, the sort where the scent of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea mingles with a hint of damp earth from the garden. I was tucked away in my favourite armchair, sketching ideas, you know, just letting the creativity flow, when my gaze fell upon an old locket I’d been given years ago. It wasn't flashy, but the tiny, worn engraving on it always brought a smile to my face. It really got me thinking, deeply, about the power of personal touches, about how a piece of jewellery isn't just an adornment; it's a keeper of stories, a silent confidant, truly. ...
