My Path in Jewelry
Hi, I’m Maryam — and I’m so glad you’ve found your way here. Before you browse through my creations, I wanted to take a moment to share a bit of the path that led me here. I never planned to turn jewelry-making into a business. I simply followed what I loved. Piece by piece, year after year, it all quietly grew. Here's how it unfolded — a story that began 35 years ago and is still evolving today.
Age 32 – A Quiet Evening and a New Curiosity
It all started one quiet evening when I was 32. I had just moved into a new apartment, and while unpacking a dusty old box from my mother, I found a handful of antique buttons, broken chains, and little trinkets. I spent the evening trying to turn them into something wearable — no plan, just instinct. Looking back, that small moment of play was where it all truly began.
Age 39 – Gifts That Meant More Than I Knew
At 39, I started making simple necklaces and rings for the people around me — for birthdays, holidays, or just because. It was something I enjoyed, a personal way to connect. I remember spotting one of my sisters wearing a necklace I had made months earlier, and it struck me: what I made meant something to others, too.
Age 46 – My First Handmade Market
When I turned 46, a neighbor convinced me to try selling a few pieces at our local community fair. I was nervous — my table was tiny, and I had no fancy setup — but someone bought a bracelet I’d poured hours into. A stranger chose something I made. I came home feeling braver, lighter, and quietly excited.
Age 50 – Balancing Life and the Bench
Life was full — I was raising two teenagers, working part-time, and somehow still found myself drawn to the little workspace I’d carved out in the corner of our sunroom. I’d often stay up late, working on more refined pieces, testing better tools, learning to solder and set stones. This wasn’t just a hobby anymore — it was becoming a craft I took pride in.
Age 60 – A Studio of My Own
At 60, I finally cleared out the small shed behind our house and turned it into a real studio. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was mine — full of light, tools, and little drawers of possibility. That same year, my daughter helped me open an online shop. I remember the first order from someone in another country — I couldn’t believe it. Something I made in a garden shed was on its way across the world.
Age 67 – Creating with More Time, and More Heart
Now, at 67, things look different. I’ve stepped away from other work, and life has slowed down — in the best way. I have more time with my grandchildren, more space to rest, and a gentler rhythm. But jewelry? I’ll never stop. I still step into my studio most mornings, hands ready to shape something new. It brings me joy, and I hope my pieces carry a bit of that joy with them, wherever they go.