About Me

Elly's Path in Jewelry
I'm so glad you've landed here. Before you browse, I wanted to share the path that led to this place — to these pieces and this little shop. None of it came from a grand vision; it all grew slowly, shaped by quiet hours at the bench, a deep love for making, and a pull I couldn’t ignore. Here’s how it unfolded — step by step, year by year.

Age 13 – Where It All Began
I was thirteen, sitting by the living room window one rainy afternoon, threading beads I’d discovered in a dusty old tin from my grandmother’s sewing box. My mother still recalls how still I was — completely absorbed. She says that was the first sign, the beginning of what would become a lifelong rhythm.

Age 20 – Creating for Friends
At twenty, I was always giving away little handmade pieces — earrings for birthdays, bracelets just because. I didn’t think of it as anything more than a fun way to spend time. But every time I saw someone wearing something I’d made, something warm would catch in my chest. That quiet pride never left me.

Age 26 – A Market Debut
When I was twenty-six, a friend with a weekend stall urged me to bring some of my jewelry along. I laid a few pieces on her table, unsure and slightly embarrassed. But that day, someone I’d never met bought a necklace. I remember walking home in disbelief — amazed that something I’d made had found a place in someone else’s life.

Age 37 – Building in the Margins
At thirty-seven, life was busy — full-time work, young kids, the usual swirl. But late at night, once everything was still, I’d return to my tools. I began working with finer materials, more intentional designs. It no longer felt like a hobby; it was something I was slowly, quietly building.

Age 53 – A Room of My Own
At fifty-three, I finally claimed the garage and turned it into a real studio. It wasn’t elaborate — just a sturdy table, decent light, and trays filled with possibility. That same year, I opened my online shop. The idea that someone across the world might be wearing something I made at that very bench still humbles me.

Age 64 – Slowing Down, Staying Close
Now, with retirement on the horizon, I’m giving myself more space — not to stop creating, but to breathe, to watch my grandkids grow, to enjoy long afternoons. I’ll still be in the garage most days, shaping something delicate with steady hands. But now, I also have time to sit back and simply appreciate the journey that brought me here.