How I became a Jewelry Designer

This month I’ve been thinking a lot about the women in my life, and how their love, influence, and support lead me to where I am today. Last time I spoke about my grandmother (the first female flight attendant at Air France) and today I want to share a story about my mom, Christiane Darde.

Kiki, as we all call her, grew up in a big country house in Chevigne, Burgundy the last of six children. From a young age, she was attracted to all things special: from striking decorations to refined cuisine. She taught me to enjoy beautiful objects and to take pleasure in work done, not just well, but perfectly.

Raising three children of her own, she spent all her free time creating with her hands. She learned to sew, knit, make patchworks, cane chairs, frame pictures, garden, embroider, cook, and did it all with great joy and satisfaction. As a little girl, I was fascinated by her handicrafts and insisted she teach me all of them as well.

Thank you, Mom, for passing on your love of working with your hands to me. There’s a touch of your artistry and incredible sense of detail in every piece of jewelry I make.