All jewellery is handmade and shipped from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, and therefore is exempt from tariffs for USA customers under CUSMA, the free-trade agreement. I always ship with a certificate of origin for customs.

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*Caveat on using the term “recycled gold”:

While I am very careful to source my precious metals only from SCS® certified suppliers (SCS® stands for Supply Chain Sustainability; they are the global leader in the field of sustainability standards and third-party certification). Most of my precious metals suppliers are also members of the Responsible Jewellery Council. However, I want to point out that ‘recycling gold' is not what is commonly understood by the term.

True recycling avoids things ending up in landfills. Gold, of course, wouldn’t.

Instead, gold is simply melted, refined and repurposed.

Although SCS® certified refineries must maintain auditable records of their suppliers, there are loopholes globally which make it very easy for gold from unregulated and/or illegal sources to enter their supply chain.

This makes even 'certified recycled' gold untraceable.

Further reading:
Is Recycled Gold Ethical?
Materials, Sustainability, & Fairmined Metals

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Bon Voyage et Bon Chance!

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Parenting is such a great opportunity to continously learn. The biggest challenge may be to remain flexible in one’s thinking. Letting go, in all its forms, is perhaps the most helpful tool. Firstly, of one’s sleep and personal space. Then of fixed ideas.

This is minutes after her birth, as the midwife checks her: it's amazing how they grow inside a belly and come out with all the pieces where they should be!
This is minutes after her birth, as the midwife checks her: it’s amazing how they grow inside a belly and come out with all the pieces where they should be!

Things are always shifting. As soon as you’ve figured out one stage, it changes. As soon as you’ve figured out how to take care of an infant, they begin crawling, and a whole new set of challenges arise. Once you’ve learned about vegetarian diets, your teenager goes back to eating meat.  Et cetera, et cetera.

This seems just yesterday ...
This seems just yesterday …

And then there is the real ‘letting go’. I’ve had a big one this week, when my youngest was out of here on a one-way ticket (yes, she has recovered well from her bicycle accident). Her departure is both sweet and bitter. I am proud of her to enter into the bigger world on her own, and -naturally- I worry. I am happy to have one less mouth to feed here, and will at the same time miss her perky sweet energy around the house.

It’s interesting to sit still and really let myself taste this mixture of relief and heartache.

Photo by Sasha Onyshchenko/Kravetz Photographics
This stunning photo was taken by Sasha Onyshchenko of Kravetz Photographics

Wishing you the best of luck on the threshold of your adult life, my sweet daughter!

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