Story of a Founder: Passion, Challenges and Artisan Jewelry

A Story of Tender and Bitter Passion, All Italian 

My history with jewelery begins when, when I was very young, I was strongly attracted to all female beauty accessories.

I strung pearls and beads and wore them to parade between vanity and childish tenderness.

Over time I have deepened my passion and taken courses to learn goldsmith and jewelery assembly techniques.

I have studied the materials and continue to do so assiduously.

Having lost her father at an early age, I studied, among a thousand sacrifices and in 2007 I graduated with honors in Architecture, master's degree, at the Polytechnic of Bari, with a thesis on the beautiful Cairo domestic architecture, which I had the opportunity to visit and observe directly on site.

After a very tiring and demanding training course, made up of internships, master's degrees, state exams and practical refresher courses in technical studies, the first jobs begin.

 However, 2008 catches us all unprepared with a very deep economic crisis that undermines every certainty and brings the construction sector to its knees. There isn't much to hope for and we need to reinvent ourselves. After years of waiting and vain attempts in the professional field of study, another challenge begins...A sort of dialogue with that know-how based on a great remote and never-ending passion which is the art of jewellery. In a moment of discouragement also dictated by the pathology of my mother, already diabetic and then visually impaired, and starting from a bag of silver and selected semiprecious stones I began to create the first jewels... for pleasure and to give gifts to friends and relatives.

 The first consensus invites me to reflect and evaluate the possibility of turning my passion into a dream job. In 2016 I decided to register my brand, The dream of Syrian Jewelry, I opened my beautiful e-commerce, my showroom in the center, in the wonderful Polignano a Mare in Puglia. Unfortunately, however,  the same year reserved an infamous fate for me: my mother, who I lived with, who I took care of and to whom I was "symbiotically linked", passed away due to a head injury and this happened while I was in the third month of pregnancy. The world fell on me and once again I had to put aside my dreams and professional developments, canceling everything I had planned...


My daughter is born, a little girl of enchanting beauty, but I have no family help and everything is complicated, tiring.

Rebecca is now four years old and I decided to give myself a chance and try again... So I'll start again from here and see what will happen...

My Dream?

Make my passion my job.