My grandmother wore the same pair of earrings every day of her life. Small silver owls, softened with age, slightly bent on one side where she'd caught them on a jumper sometime in the seventies.

She used to tell me that owls were the only birds who bothered to look at you properly. Everything else glances and flies off. An owl turns her whole head.

She was like that herself. When you spoke to her, she stopped what she was doing and turned to face you, and for those few minutes you were the only thing in the room.

Years later I found Carla's Jewellery's Boho Owl Drop Earrings, and it was as though a small piece of her had come back to me — something I could wear, and be reminded by, every single day.

For a moment I was eight years old again at her kitchen table, watching those little owls swing as she leaned in to listen.

Life has a way of rushing forward. Between work, the school run, and looking after everybody else, those quiet moments of proper attention are the first thing to go. I hadn't realised how much I missed them until I put those earrings on.

The way the stones catch the light — it felt like a note from her. Slow down. Turn your head. Look at the person in front of you.