As a child, learning to speak, I had this little phrase which is regularly repeated to me by my family, ‘flies, bees, wasps’. I am not sure why this was something I said whenever I saw a flying insect, but it has stuck as a term of endearment; a nod to the past and happy memories. It always makes me feel warm inside when I hear someone say it to me.
 
This cute bee is flying from the hive carrying a tiny droplet of precious honey; a citrine briolette dangling from a delicate chain.
 
A beautiful gift to treasure forever and will be adored by the wearer.