A Cosy Cuppa, a Flash of Inspiration, and a Rose Root Dream It was a rather soggy Tuesday afternoon, wasn't it? The sort where the rain just wouldn't let up, drumming a relentless rhythm against the workshop window. I had a proper mug of builder's tea in hand, a little biscuit perched precariously on the side, and my mind was wandering a bit, as it sometimes does when the weather turns grumpy. I was looking through some old sketches, musing over how we manage to bottle up life's biggest moments into something small and beautiful. It got me thinking about how we tell stories with silver, about those incredibly personal pieces, those little tre...
