A Wee Bit of a Yarn: Where Ideas First Sparkle I was sitting in my garden the other day, cuppa in hand, watching the bees bumble about the lavender, a truly glorious British afternoon, you know the sort where the sun finally decides to make a proper appearance after weeks of dithering. My old mum was fiddling with an old locket, a family heirloom, and she remarked on how the simplest pieces often hold the most profound stories, tales whispered through generations without needing a single word. That got me thinking about the quiet strength of understated beauty, how a piece doesn't have to shou...
