Aisha and I met randomly at an outside fair. She loved the jewelry I was wearing, and when she learned that I had designed it, she took this ring out of her purse and asked if I could repair it for her. It had been her grandmother's, so I felt touched and honored that she trusted me with this job. I wish I had taken photos of how it looked when she gave it to me. It's hard to imagine how a ring got so messed up, but I guess that what generations of wearing and loving it will do. I hope that it is worn, loved and cherished now, and for generations to come.