Fall has always been one of my favorite times of year...for the clothes!  Jackets, specifically.  I blame it on my Dad...

My father was a fashion designer, my mother, his muse. I grew up in a house full of fabric swatches - colors (usually muted), textures and rich patinas.  Sourcing was a field day, narrowing down, a labor.  Indeed, I wanted them all...

While selecting the gemstones for this season, I couldn't help but see my Dad's style and color palette throughout the process.  So when it came time for our photo shoot, it seemed only right to resurrect a few of the pieces he designed and to wear one of his shirts in honor...

I hope you like what you see, and to you and your families, please keep safe and happy.

-b

Daddy (back) Mom, Walter (lower right) 1968

It's who we are, it's what we believe, and here's how we do it.

We employ women in our local communities who want to work but aren't afforded the same opportunities that you or I were. They are, or have been, homeless, in recovery houses, and are survivors of trafficking or domestic violence.  They have been everywhere that you and I hope to never be. They possess strong work ethics, sharp minds and able hands. But more importantly, they have the best spirit, biggest hearts and smiles more brilliant than any diamond.

We believe that done right, work can equal more than just a paycheck and a beautiful piece of jewelry, it's a fresh set of skills, educational opportunities and renewed confidence.

We couldn't be more honored to be a part of their journey...