A Whispered Story in Silver: Our Mini Monogram Bracelet It was a blustery Tuesday, just before the proper chill of winter had fully settled in, when I found myself rummaging through a forgotten box of old sketches. Sunlight, that weak, watery kind we get here in Britain at this time of year, slanted across my workbench, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, creating a rather theatrical little scene. Amongst the jumble of half-formed ideas and forgotten inspirations, I stumbled upon a tiny, rather unassuming drawing – a simple initial, delicately rendered, almost as if it were a secret wh...
