From Little Sparks, Big Ideas Grow There is nothing quite like that feeling you get when you stumble upon an old photograph, isn’t there? You know the one I mean, where you’re instantly transported back to a specific moment, a giggle shared, or a quiet, knowing glance. Just the other day, I was tidying up a rather chaotic corner of my little studio, which, let’s be honest, is a bit like archaeological dig sometimes, and I found a faded picture of my grandmother. She was standing by the window, sunshine streaming in, with a wonderfully simple, elegant silver chain around her neck. It wasn’t fla...
