Robins have this gentle way of appearing just when we need comfort most, and for so many people they’ve become symbols of loved ones who’ve passed on — little messengers that flutter in to say, “I’m still with you.”

Every single robin I make is shaped and coloured by hand, and because of that, no two will ever be the same. The enamel settles differently each time, the silver warms in its own way, and their little red breasts form never perfect, but always true. Just like people, they’re perfectly imperfect — and beautiful in their individuality.

In a world full of machine-made jewellery that’s flawlessly identical, these robins carry something else entirely. They carry the marks of my hands and my heart. They are tiny reminders that uniqueness is not a flaw — it’s a miracle. And that the world around us, just like the souls we love and miss, is never meant to be carbon-copied ❤️