Inherited Grace · Mother of Pearl Silver Studs

The Story Behind

"The year her mother was in hospital, she went to sort through the old apartment. Inside a tin box: a marriage certificate, a stack of letters, and a black-and-white photograph. The woman in the photo was young. Hair pinned up. Profile quiet. Wearing pearl earrings that caught the light. She stared for a long time before she understood. That was her mother. Her mother, when she was young. She'd never seen her mother look like that. The woman in the photo didn't look like the person she'd known her whole life. That night she brought the photograph to the hospital ward. ""Mum. You were beautiful."" Her mother turned away. A long silence. ""I was just stupid back then. Didn't know anything."" ""That sounds nice, actually."" Her mother didn't answer. After a while, she reached out and took her daughter's hand. Some people you think you've known your whole life. You've only ever known one part of them. Mother of pearl runs close to the temperature of skin — understated, unhurried, quietly present. Like certain kinds of beauty you take for granted until you finally stop to look. Designed for every daughter still getting to know her mother.