Ever since I can remember, I've been captivated by objects. To me, they're not just material possessions; they're pieces of history, fragments of my story intertwined with the world's. While some may view consumerism and material goods as shallow pursuits, I've found profound meaning and enrichment in collecting beautiful things, particularly jewelry.
My journey into the world of collecting began in childhood, with Lisa Frank erasers and stickers, evolving through phases of pogs, Delias catalogs, and YM magazines. Each item held a significance, reflecting not only my evolving tastes but also the cultural backdrop of the time. While I've never been a hoarder, I've cherished these objects as pieces of my narrative, markers of where I've been and how I've grown.
In my early twenties, I stumbled into the jewelry business by chance, landing a receptionist job at a prestigious estate jewelry-buying firm in New York City. It was a revelation. Although I had been exposed to jewelry through the …
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