Morley and me

Back when I lived in London, I did a few short courses at Morley College, an amazing adult education institution which offers a range of part-time courses in everything from flamenco dancing to anatomy. What started as a way to creatively fill my days off work, ended up resetting my trajectory and kick-started my jewellery adventure. Continue reading “Morley and me”

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Countdown

I’ve recently spent my birthday in my childhood home for the first time in a decade, maybe longer, and it was wonderful. Originally I had planned on being back in Italy by now, but we’ve pushed it back a few weeks because of work that needs doing in Ireland before we return. The work we are doing here will secure the second leg of our Italy trip, but is inevitably punctuated with some down time. When I’m not filing and polishing silver at my improvised jeweller’s bench, I have mostly been colouring in, playing dress up and jumping around my old bedroom to long forgotten CDs with my favourite pair of five year olds.  Continue reading “Countdown”

Machiavelli versus DJ iPhone

My train journeys from Bologna to Florence and back are normally peaceful enough. I usually get the slow treno regionale from Bologna Mazzini station, a short walk from where we live, to Firenze S.M.N. station. The slow train stops all along the way and you have to change at Prato Centrale. The only occasional excitement, apart from the odd fare dodger arguing with the inspector, Continue reading “Machiavelli versus DJ iPhone”

A Bolognese feast

While the focus of this blog to date has largely been on jewellery making in Florence, I think it’s high time I dedicated an entire post to our Bologna base. There is a saying in Ireland, ‘It would be a great little country if you could roof it’. The town planners at home could do worse than take a leaf out of Bologna’s book in this regard. The porticoes here mean you can get about in the rain without an umbrella! Continue reading “A Bolognese feast”

An introduction to enamel

Anyone who has played with the wax dripping from a candle burning atop a wine bottle will know how incredibly satisfying it can be. I’ve completely lost track of conversations in pubs and cafés where candle wax is available for the peeling, melting and construction of miniature skyscrapers. The distraction has proved so difficult to resist that, on one occasion, the person I was with snatched the wax encrusted bottle away and plonked it on a neighbouring table. Continue reading “An introduction to enamel”

Venice & Valeria

I’ve been wondering how to write a blog post after the Paris attacks. For the past week the internet has been awash with sympathy and outrage and, in almost equal measure, assertions that the sympathy is selective and the outrage misplaced. I can understand the outpouring of grief and simultaneously understand the frustration of those who wonder why the same grief isn’t shown when the victims are from unfamiliar places. Continue reading “Venice & Valeria”