Sister Sister Jewelry Blog

STORIES THAT INSPIRED THE DESIGNS

My design process always begins with a story. It’s important to understand the woman each piece celebrates; the pieces of her life that she was willing to share. In return, I design a piece of jewelry in her honor. These are their stories.

The Jess

The Jess

I didn't know a soul. Except two women from New Jersey, with the same name. You guessed it, Jess. We exchanged messages and booked the same flights into Firenze. It was comforting to know others crazy enough to pack all of their belongings into two suitcases and move...

The Judy

The Judy

Ashley lost her family’s matriarch, Grandma Judy, during the pandemic. The isolation made it harder for those she loved the most to gather and celebrate Judy’s life. Today, on her grandma’s 85th birthday, Ashley wants to share the story of a woman of great strength,...

The Ellen

The Ellen

Ellen was the kind of woman always on an adventure. She didn't have a preference for the type. Whatever she dreamt up she'd make her best pitch to someone and if they didn't say yes right away, she'd keep at it until they relented. It was always something with an...

The Muriel

The Muriel

Muriel's story begins where all of ours does: with her mom. Muriel was born into the quaint mid-western town of Lakefield, Minnesota. You've probably never heard of it, but it's a charming small town. The city's population is under 2,000 and named for its nearby lake....

The Laura

The Laura

I met Laura in Georgetown. She made us a reservation at her favorite Italian restaurant, Filomena, a D.C. establishment not to miss. I thought I'd have no trouble finding her. All I had was a picture, but with blue eyes like hers I knew that I could ID her in a sea of...

We’re all stories in the end.

We’re all stories in the end.

Sister Sister didn't start out as a business idea. It began as a reminder that we are all connected through the ups and downs of life. The idea came to me as I was stumbling through the darkness. I had lost my best friend, my safety net, my sister Ellen. I noticed...