I remember when I turned 40 I had come back to live in South Africa after seven years abroad. I had two adult children and I needed to make cash in a hurry. The way I saw it was that I had two choices, I could either do a postgrad and find a corporate job or I could go back to what I knew and loved … jewellery. I had been around jewellery all my life with my father and grandfather and decided to take charge of my own future.
I went to one of the biggest jewellery shows in Italy. Pitched up in January 1995 freezing cold temperatures, completely clueless. I spent the days scanning the endless aisles of jewellery zoning in on what I loved. At night I sat alone in restaurants choking over my food with no mobile for company.
Some 20 years later after many ups and downs I remember that beginnings are hard and that “the best view comes after the hardest climb!”