
FOR HER, WHOM YOU LOST.
FOR HER, WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE.
FOR YOURSELF.

Tidewater
FOR HER, WHOM YOU LOST
The ocean is never one color. Blue, green, brown, gray — it changes with the weather and the season. These are the colors I had in mind when I set these stones together. An October day on the Maine coast, where the sky and the water almost became one.
This is not a ring that shouts. But it is there. All the way around.
ViewTidewater
This is not a ring that shouts. But it is there. All the way around.

After the Storm
FOR HER, WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE
An autumn morning after a night of heavy storms.
Seaweed and driftwood along the water's edge. What had been hidden came to the surface — as it always does after a storm.
I have learned to trust that. That what is hard to see while it is happening — shows itself afterward. That you find something you didn't know was there.
View After the Storm
Seaweed and driftwood along the water's edge. What had been hidden came to the surface — as it always does after a storm.
I have learned to trust that. That what is hard to see while it is happening — shows itself afterward. That you find something you didn't know was there.

January Storm
FOR YOURSELF
January 2025. The day after a storm. The shore swept clean. One of those mornings when everything has been washed away and the light falls differently than usual.
This design was born from that morning. Blue in a way that shifts with the light.
Some designs don't need an explanation. This is one of them.
View January Storm
This design was born from that morning. Blue in a way that shifts with the light.
Some designs don't need an explanation. This is one of them.
From those who truly valued it
Each piece is made exclusively to order, just for you. That's why it takes me between 10 and 14 days. And for that very reason, there will never be another piece of jewelry like yours. Free shipping. 30 days for returns. If you have any questions, write to me: I will answer you myself.
- Susan

Perhaps your stone is a different one
I have designed more than forty. Each with its sunrise, with its own story. Who knows, maybe one of them is waiting for you.
