She didn’t find this piece all at once—she gathered it over time.
The 32-inch chain is a collage of what she’s carried along the way:
vintage acrylic beads with softened edges, frosted gray glass crystals that hold the light gently, stacked faux pearl disks like tiny stepping stones, and an antique rolo chain that feels like it’s traveled far.
But the pendant is where the story settles.
A six-inch relic hangs below—a miniature altar of memories. Within it rest freshwater coin pearls, a mother-of-pearl cross, a vintage chandelier crystal, and a heart charm sealed in resin, preserving flecks of blue and silver glitter like starlight stored for later.
It feels like something she assembled from her own keepsake drawer—faith, light, memory, sparkle—gathered, held, and worn close to the heart.
This necklace is not simply made.
It is remembered.
I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, surrounded by old Victorian homes — the kind that held history in their walls. As a child, we would visit the historic home of Henry Clay Frick, and I remember staring up at the chandelier, mesmerized by the crystals that caught the light.
When I got home, I told my grandmother her chandelier needed crystals too. She laughed and said she once had them — but whenever my aunt needed earrings for a date, she’d “borrow” the crystals and turn them into jewelry.
That moment stayed with me.
It’s where my love of making jewelry began —
from a missing chandelier to a spark of inspiration.
She didn’t find this piece all at once—she gathered it over time.
The 32-inch chain is a collage of what she’s carried along the way:
vintage acrylic beads with softened edges, frosted gray glass crystals that hold the light gently, stacked faux pearl disks like tiny stepping stones, and an antique rolo chain that feels like it’s traveled far.
But the pendant is where the story settles.
A six-inch relic hangs below—a miniature altar of memories. Within it rest freshwater coin pearls, a mother-of-pearl cross, a vintage chandelier crystal, and a heart charm sealed in resin, preserving flecks of blue and silver glitter like starlight stored for later.
It feels like something she assembled from her own keepsake drawer—faith, light, memory, sparkle—gathered, held, and worn close to the heart.
This necklace is not simply made.
It is remembered.
I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, surrounded by old Victorian homes — the kind that held history in their walls. As a child, we would visit the historic home of Henry Clay Frick, and I remember staring up at the chandelier, mesmerized by the crystals that caught the light.
When I got home, I told my grandmother her chandelier needed crystals too. She laughed and said she once had them — but whenever my aunt needed earrings for a date, she’d “borrow” the crystals and turn them into jewelry.
That moment stayed with me.
It’s where my love of making jewelry began —
from a missing chandelier to a spark of inspiration.
Vintage acrylic beads
Stacked faux pearl disks
Frosted gray glass crystal beads
Antique rolo chain
6" pendant featuring:
Freshwater coin pearls
Mother-of-pearl cross
Vintage chandelier crystal pendant
Heart charm with silver & blue glitter encased in resin
