06/12/2026
Once upon a time I wanted to be a fashion designer, but after working in retail it didn’t feel like the right fit. So much time spent sitting in fitting rooms debating whether the clothes or the body were the problem. Often times selling the mystique of a number on a tag and not the garment itself.
Jewelry felt…feels different. It’s a little something extra here or there. A way to highlight more than hide the body. A frame for the face, a reminder of the angle of a neck, a map of where to whisper sweet nothings.
I think hands are beautiful, and that’s where the jewelry box can morph into a fitting room. A worry that our fingers are too big, too small, too fat, too rough. Hands are the storytellers. The mole no one else in your family has, the callouses from gripping pliers or playing guitar, the scar you got trying to cut a zucchini when cooking dinner with friends. A reminder of who you are and where you’ve been.
Your hands aren’t too much of anything. They’re exactly what they’re meant to be.