My sister makes jewelry. Beautiful, custom, handmade jewelry. And she’s really good at it.
For years she did it as a hobby. She would make jewelry for herself or as gifts. And people would always tell her how lovely her designs were and that she should sell them. But her three kids were little and she didn’t have time.
Now, though, her kids are bigger and she has more time.
And so lucky for the rest of us, she launched a shop.
All her items are completely handmade — every knot in the silk cord is hand tied, she makes her own clasps and closures and links, she hand-hammers her cuffs, she stamps each letter one by one. She uses natural stones and materials: agate, quartz, magnesite, leather, reclaimed copper, sterling silver. Each piece is a little work of art.
I’ve seen Melissa at work and know how much care and attention to detail goes into every item. She’s an artist. Making jewelry makes her happy — and the joy that goes into the making of each piece shines through.
I’m amassing quite a collection of lovely items — some custom orders, some Etsy orders, and some surprise gifts that totally made me cry.
I’m really proud of Melissa — for doing something she loves, for being brave enough to take a chance on starting a shop, for putting herself out there and embracing her art as a vital part of her life.
And I really like my jewelry.