When Stars Align: A Tiny Hand, A Cosmic Keepsake! You know, there are days in the workshop when a particular piece just feels like it’s got a story to tell, even before it’s fully formed. It’s like the silver itself is humming with a whisper of future memories. I remember one blustery afternoon, the rain lashing against the windows, a real proper British downpour, and I was just sketching away, lost in thought. My cuppa had gone cold, as they often do when you're in the zone, but I didn't even notice. I was thinking about the unique ways we capture life's fleeting moments, those tiny, precious...
