A Little Something for the Soul: Finding Comfort in Sterling Silver Wings It was a blustery afternoon, one of those typically British days where the sky just can’t make up its mind, switching between a hopeful sunbeam and a sudden sprinkle. I was tucked away in my workshop, the radio murmuring a forgotten tune, lost in thought, when a memory popped into my head. It was of my nan, bless her cotton socks, always had a little something tucked into her purse, a tiny charm she swore brought her comfort. It wasn't fancy, mind you, but it meant the world to her, a constant quiet reminder of someone s...
