My Life In Jewels

My Auntie Kay gave me this brooch when I was a baby.  There is a photo somewhere of me wearing this brooch clipped onto a yellow knitted dress that I will have to dig up and add to this post.  My name was hand engraved onto it.  It’s only after learning engraving in jewellery design school that I could really appreciate hand engraving.  The engraving on it is not perfect, only a machine can produce completely perfect.  Jewellery that is made by hand is beautifully imperfect.  In a world filled with masses of machine made jewellery, these hand made pieces are becoming rare and precious.