A Cuppa, a Whisper, and a Little Bit of Silver Magic You know, sometimes the best ideas really do just bubble up over a mug of lukewarm tea on a Sunday morning. I was sat there, watching the rain patter against the windowpane, idly twirling an old locket – one of those worn, sentimental pieces, you know the sort – and I started thinking about all the untold stories, the quiet affirmations, the little moments of pure connection we all carry around in our hearts. It wasn’t about the glitter, not really, but the feeling of something truly yours, something that spoke directly to your soul, maybe e...
