The Dream Took Root in Canterbury
Back in Canterbury, life moved forward. I became a teacher, met my husband, and we built a life full of laughter, books, and eventually, our daughter Emma. But the dream wouldn’t rest.
With barely enough money to cover rent and a heart full of hope, I opened my first little jewelry store at the age of 30. It was no grand launch—just a tiny space with my tools, my designs, and a quiet belief that handmade still mattered.
Those early years were hard. Balancing motherhood, marriage, and the messy reality of a growing business left me drained at times.
But every time a customer found a piece that spoke to them—something they wore to remember a loved one, or celebrate a new chapter—I remembered why I started.