Big Apple Jewels, fine jewelry and cufflinks, New York

I brought in a sketch on a napkin and left with a pair of cufflinks I will hand down. Zak drew it with me at the bench, tier by tier, until the proportions sat right.

We saw eleven stones before we chose ours. No pressure, no rush, just daylight and an honest read on each one. The setting came back better than I had pictured it.

My grandmother's brooch had sat in a drawer for thirty years. They reset the stones into something I actually wear, and it still reads as hers.