A Little Something From the Heart, For Those Who Matter Most You know, there are some mornings when the workshop just hums with a particular kind of magic, a sort of gentle buzz that makes you feel like you're not just crafting metal, but bottling up tiny bits of pure affection. It was one such morning, not too long ago, when I was actually trying to organise my rather chaotic collection of spare bits and bobs – you wouldn't believe the treasures (and the occasional rogue paperclip) one finds tucked away in these corners – and a memory just popped into my head, clear as day. I was thinking about my own little niece, who, bless her cotton sock...
