It's more the story that always gets me rather than the actual object. In this case it's both. I repaired this silver brooch for Paula, it belonged to her mum. A beautifully enammelled bird perched on a branch with vines and flowers with crystals.
This is a photo is of her mum actually wearing the brooch. We had a look at a few other pictures in a meticulous photo album. We had a little cry, Paula for the love and loss that resonated from that small object and I because I am lucky I still have the love of my mother alive and well. I won't go on, I tearing up and can't see the keyboard.
Thankyou for entrusting me with your precious piece of jewellery, Paula.
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Beautiful handmade shoes make me think of my Dad, Nicholas.
We all have things that remind us of our Dads, vivid memories that we think of on Father’s Day. A cobbler and artisan most of his life, I have watched him make shoes in his various workshops over the years. If I close my eyes I can see him methodically securing the soft leather onto the wooden shoe last.