This piece carries two histories.
The stone — a deep violet amethyst I found in a tiny shop in Oaxaca, full of light, shadow, and the quiet kind of magic that city holds.
The backplate — believe it or not — began its life as a Gotham Hawthorne mouth spoon from 1885.
Hand-engraved. Victorian. Ornate in that unapologetic way old silver used to be.
I shaped it, set the amethyst in a serrated bezel, and let the scrollwork guide the design.
Together they became something new — part relic, part adornment, part story you wear on your chest.
For the collector of odd beauties.
For the woman who loves things with a past.
For the ones who believe transformation is its own kind of alchemy.
This piece carries two histories.
The stone — a deep violet amethyst I found in a tiny shop in Oaxaca, full of light, shadow, and the quiet kind of magic that city holds.
The backplate — believe it or not — began its life as a Gotham Hawthorne mouth spoon from 1885.
Hand-engraved. Victorian. Ornate in that unapologetic way old silver used to be.
I shaped it, set the amethyst in a serrated bezel, and let the scrollwork guide the design.
Together they became something new — part relic, part adornment, part story you wear on your chest.
For the collector of odd beauties.
For the woman who loves things with a past.
For the ones who believe transformation is its own kind of alchemy.
