I am a direct descendant of the Jones Family Raiders, a band of rebel thieves that terrorized the state of Virginia in the late 1800s. I might not be riding a horse when I and my partners in crime are out looking for the funkiest stuff to make my jewelry, but my trusty Ford Fiesta gets the job done anyway.

With the weight of my scandalous family history weighing on my shoulders, I defected from Pennsylvania - the final landing point of the last Jones patriarch - to Florida. I founded a new gang of rebels, and together we raid the local antique shops, junk stores, and flea markets looking for the shiniest of shinys and the funkiest of junk to repurpose into gorgeous pieces of jewelry.