26/05/2025
The little girl who started it all—my Birdie 🩷🐞
Not long after she was born, I felt what I can only describe as creative gravity pulling me to make things. Sounds a little woo-woo, I know—but it was real.
I’ve always been a creative soul, but this felt different. Urgent. Like something inside me needed out.
Thank goodness the local ceramics classes were always full—otherwise, I might’ve carried on the family tradition and become a fourth-generation potter (still not ruling it out!).
But instead, metalsmithing found me. And I’m so glad it did.
I’ve loved making jewellery for as long as I can remember, and my little girl gave me the nudge to lean into that passion more deeply.
Three years on, and I’m still playing. Still learning. Teaching myself new things, collecting tools, buying workshop time whenever I can afford it (hello, side hustle life 😅).
My partner—now fiancé—is my biggest cheerleader. We’re turning our downstairs basement into a home workshop, and I honestly can’t wait.
There’s something ancient and grounding about making jewellery. It connects me to my roots—to the hands that carved, wove, beaded, and melted metal long before me. I love that. I love the sparkle, the stones, the stories hidden in the earth’s treasures.
This is my little corner of Instagram: .
I have no idea where it’ll go in six months or three years.
For now, it’s my Neverland—a place to play, create, and share my journey as a baby smith.
Thanks so much for being here.
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