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Solange Azagury-Partridge

The haute-jewellery designer on the small pleasure of working life

Solange Azagury-Partridge

July 12 2011
Solange Azagury-Partridge

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This morning I was up at 7.30am. The house was silent; everyone’s asleep until noon these days as school’s out. Left by 9am for my usual walk to work through Hyde Park. All the blossom is gone – it's just bushy, green and lush at the moment, and summer smells beautiful. I bump into Kathleen Baird-Murray, also on her way through the park to Vogue House. Haven’t seen her for ages so we have a good catch up. We hug and ‘air kiss’ each other goodbye outside Fenwick’s.

A lovely strong espresso to get me fired up, and I do a general wander around the building. My first appointment is with a glossy magazine that wants to discuss my new all gold collection. Next, Simon – the jeweller I have worked with for the longest and who understands me best – comes in for a meeting to talk about a high jewellery piece, and how to refine a diamond ring that isn’t quite there yet.

Lunch in the office with my MD and PA, from Maroush: tabbouleh and lentils – healthy, fresh and delicious. Then a big go-through with my Graphics department to finalise my new logo, packaging, brochures and website – all launching together with the new collection in September. Exciting!

Liberty Ross pops by for a cuppa, a gossip and some ring sizing; a lovely little breather at teatime. More calls and emails, and a final wander around in case there are any ‘jewellery emergencies’ to deal with.

I walk back home, this time down the back streets, peering through the windows of the posh houses. I pop in to Coco Maya and pick up their seed bread and a few honey cakes. I get home to see the beautiful c. 18th-century red-glass chandelier I bought in Jaipur four years ago, finally hung and lit – can’t believe it's taken this long.

We cook the potatoes from our garden in Somerset and the cauliflower grown by our lovely neighbours with some juicy steak. Then I lie in bed with Murray and my daughter Mardi, watching Season two of Miranda on my computer.

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