Ten Years of Glitz: When Your Jewellers Become Your People

I don't need to sell you on Glitz Jewellery. If you know, you know. And if you don't? Buckle up, because I'm about to tell you a love story about a jewellery shop that'll make you ugly-cry into your morning coffee.They've been my jewellers since my girls were born, which, let's be real, feels like yesterday and also approximately 47 years ago. They made my wedding band. They've crafted gifts for every baptism, birthday, and "sorry I was an ass" anniversary apology. But here's the thing: Lina and Daniel don't feel like "my jewellers" anymore. They're family. The kind who remember your kids' middle names and text you when they get something in they know you'll love.Let me tell you about the time my husband Frank lost his wedding ring. Gone. Vanished. We turned our house into a crime scene, couch cushions flying, pockets turned inside out, me on my hands and knees with a flashlight checking under radiators like some deranged detective. Nothing. Frank was devastated in that specific way men get when they lose something symbolic and can't articulate why it's destroying them.We dragged ourselves to Glitz, expecting disaster. You know what Lina and Daniel did? They made...