The Roots of Our Craft: A Tale Woven in Gold There is something quite extraordinary, isn't there, about holding a piece of jewellery that speaks volumes without uttering a single sound? I remember, quite vividly, my grandmother's locket. It was nothing grand, just a simple gold oval, but inside, tucked away behind tiny glass, were faded photographs of my parents when they were just babes. Every time she touched it, a quiet smile would spread across her face, a truly beautiful moment. It felt like history, love, and protection all wrapped up in that one small item, a tangible link to generation...
