The Whisper of Initials: Crafting Your Story, One Monogram at a Time Right, so picture this, if you will, a blustery Saturday morning, a proper British drizzle outside, and I am tucked up with a cuppa, scrolling through some lovely old photos. One particular snap catches my eye: it is of my grandmother, bless her cotton socks, standing proudly by her allotment, a trowel in one hand and this utterly charming brooch pinned to her cardigan. It was a simple silver piece, with her initials, and it just made her feel… well, her. It was not flashy, nothing over the top, but it was so undeniably her o...