The Day I Found Out a Stranger in Berlin Was Wearing My Ring
What It Means That Something Is Handmade
I think about this question more than most people would expect a designer to think about it.
The word "handmade" gets used so freely in the jewelry industry that it has almost lost meaning. It appears on mass-produced pieces assembled from standardised components in factories. It appears on items made with moulds and casts in volume runs. It appears on work that does involve human hands in the technical sense — all manufacturing involves human hands at some stage — but in which those hands are operating machinery rather than shaping material.
What I mean when I say our work is handmade is something specific. I mean that a craftsman in Jaipur looked at a specific stone, made a judgment about how to work with it, and then used his skill to bring that judgment to life in silver. The judgment was his. The skill was his. The result is not reproducible because the stone is not reproducible and neither is the judgment.
This means that the ring on the woman's hand in Berlin is singular. There is not another one. The moonstone in her ring is a specific piece of geological material formed in Sri Lanka over a specific period of time, cut by a specific person in a specific afternoon in a workshop off Johari Bazaar, set by a craftsman whose name I know. That ring contains more specific human decisions than most objects people own.
I think she sensed this without being able to articulate it. It is why she looked at it in the mirror and thought: someone made this.
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How Jewelry Travels
What surprised me about her message was not the sentiment. I hear versions of this regularly. What surprised me was the route the ring had taken.
It had been bought, worn, given or sold, found on a market stall, worn again — and somewhere in that chain, it had remained recognisably itself. The person who sold it had recognised that it was worth something beyond scrap value. The person who bought it had known it was not generic. And the person who ended up with it had been moved enough by it to spend thirty minutes on the internet trying to find its origin.
This is how handmade things move through the world differently from manufactured things. They retain identity. They carry the trace of the decisions that made them. They do not become anonymous in passing through hands.
I have come to believe this is one of the reasons women particularly value handmade jewelry. Not the romanticism of it — or not only that. The practical fact of wearing something that holds its character over time, across owners, through the ordinary attrition of daily life.
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The Conversation We Had
We wrote to each other several times over the following week. She told me about her life — a researcher, originally from Poland, living in Berlin for eleven years. She told me what the ring meant to her: not the moonstone specifically, though she had looked it up and found the significance resonant. More the quality of the object itself. Its weight. The way the setting was slightly asymmetrical in a way she could only see if she looked closely. The fact that it was not perfect in a machine sense, and that this imperfection was what made it feel real.
She asked me about the craftsman who had made it. I could not tell her his name from two years ago for a specific piece — the records do not go back that way. I told her what I could: that it was made in Jaipur, that the moonstone was Sri Lankan, that the setting was done by a craftsman who specialises in this style of silver work and has done so for most of his adult life.
She said: "I thought it was something like that."
I asked her what she had thought when she first picked it up at the market.
She said: "I thought someone had made this for somebody. And then I thought: it could be for me."
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What This Means for How I Work
I keep this exchange in mind when I am sourcing and designing.
Every piece I make will end up somewhere I cannot predict. On a hand I will never see, in a city I may never visit, worn by a woman whose name I do not know on a day that has nothing to do with me. That is the normal life of an object. That is what it means to make something that enters the world rather than stays in it.
The responsibility this creates is not about quality control, exactly. It is about something deeper — about whether the object I am making is worth the journey it is going to take. Whether it has enough in it to sustain someone's attention for years, to survive changing hands, to prompt a thirty-minute internet search that ends with a three-sentence message to a designer in another country.
I think the answer is that it has to be made with genuine attention. Not with care in the sentimental sense, but with the specific kind of attention that asks: is this stone right for this setting? Is this the correct weight? Does this hold together as a thing?
If the answer is yes, the object will find its way to the person who should have it. Sometimes directly. Sometimes through a market stall in Berlin.
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A Postscript
She ordered a piece last year. A garnet ring, which she said she had been thinking about since our conversation.
I sent it to Berlin. She wrote when it arrived: "Also someone made this. This time I know who."
I keep that message, too.
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