When I was younger, my grandma taught me a lot about life.

She taught me how to stand up to my brother when he pulled my hair.

Not to surrender when I got the wrong chord on the piano in that big house with marble floors and wooden stairs that smelled like fresh flowers.

To always trust my abilities and learn from my mistakes.

My grandma was a strong woman. Tough times did not take a toll on her eyes.

She smiled a lot. Her teeth were as white as the pearls she used to wear every day.

My grandma was beautiful. She always looked perfect. Her elegance charmed me.

She is no longer with us, but I keep her memory alive through her pearls. I watched them, held them in my hands, put them in the drawer, then took them again. I wanted to give them a new lease of life by creating something unique that would remind me of her and her passion for flowers, forever.

I asked Mel to turn them into a rare piece of jewellery. It had to be unique, just like my grandma. And full of flowers – just like her house.