A Little Ribbon of Memory, Woven in Silver You know, it’s a funny old thing, where inspiration strikes you, isn’t it? Sometimes it’s a grand old painting or a magnificent sunset, but often, for me anyway, it’s the quiet, everyday moments that really get the cogs turning. I was sitting in my grandmother’s garden last summer, sipping a perfectly brewed cup of Earl Grey – milk, no sugar, just how she always made it – and watching her tie a little ribbon around a jar of homemade strawberry jam. It was such a simple, elegant gesture, that delicate loop and knot, a sweet little finishing touch to so...
