Some stories never age.

Why do we keep certain objects for years even though they sometimes have no value? Perhaps because they end up telling a piece of our history.

There are objects that survive moves, life changes, big spring cleanings, and January's good resolutions.

Not because they are precious.

Because they remind us of someone, a place, an era, or a version of ourselves that we haven't completely left behind.

An old postcard slipped into a book.
A half-filled notebook.
A pebble brought back from vacation.
A child's toy forgotten under a chair.

I love objects that age with us. Those that bear a few traces of time without losing any of their beauty.

That may be why I have been designing jewelry for so long.

I like the idea that they can accompany a piece of life before continuing on their way, passed on one day to someone else.

Ultimately, the items we keep are not always the most precious ones.
But almost always the most loved.