Tonight the studio is quiet. I’m sanding a small pendant; silver dust freckles the table. I pause to write a note—“for your sister’s big day”—and tie the ribbon twice because the first bow didn’t sit right. That’s how pieces become stories here, one small moment at a time. In Stories We Wear, I keep these little scenes—the seaside sketch, the last-minute gift, the long-distance hug—so when you open the box, it feels a bit like being here with me. —Christina