Petite Bloom

I recently found an old photograph of my grandmother and me.
I was a baby. She was holding me, and we were holding flowers.
It made me realize that some memories never really leave us. They just wait quietly until something brings them back.
When I was little, she took care of me. Flowers were everywhere. In our hands, behind our ears, twisted gently into little rings. They were simple, fragile, and temporary. Yet they carried something lasting.
For me, it was my grandmother.
For you, it might be your mother, your partner, your sister, your closest friend.
The gesture is always the same. A small flower, offered with care.
This collection is about that continuity. About how something soft and fleeting can become something we choose to keep.
The flowers we once picked from gardens now live in silver. Worn on the ear, on the hand, close to the skin.
Not just as jewelry, but as a quiet reminder of love that grows, fades, and returns in new forms.