Phoenix Savage

Emma was my maternal grandmother. She was a cancer survivor, among other wars she conquered. These battles left her scared and at times bitter. Nonetheless, she was the "S" in southern hospitality, although she had never been South a day in her life. If you were a guest in her home you received the royal treatment. It was not enough that you enjoyed her lavish meals- the experience of being her guest was not complete until you fell prey to her beguile and whimsy. Growing up I marveled at her capacity to entertain with such warmth. In the kitchen she wielded the sharpest knives, but in the parlor, she was the butter every visitor desired on their toast.
Wear my Emma necklace when you want to feel magically enchanting. Emma is made of iridescent shells emitting a siren call in between copper bobbles, with intermitted dangling jewels of amethyst and jade to keep you and your guest feeling invigorated.