Theirs. Mine. Yours. is two of us: Ally and Abrar, friends first, business partners a close second. Different heritage, different day jobs, the exact same instinct for what makes a piece special.
Between us there's a Product Manager, a teacher, four kids, two cultures where gold means everything, and one shared rule: we only pass on what we'd happily keep.
Being a mum is the role I'm most proud of. My favourite thing in the world is time with my kids and family: always together, always doing something, always making memories. I photograph pretty much everything because I never want to forget a single moment.
My Macedonian heritage has shaped how I see jewellery my whole life. Growing up, gold was never just something you wore. It was given at the moments that mattered most, chosen with love, and kept forever.
When I'm not hunting the next beautiful find, you'll find me at the gym, curled up with a good book, exploring somewhere new with my family, or shopping for basically anything and everything. There's always a chai latte involved somewhere along the way.
At TMY I bring the eye, the instinct, and a genuine obsession with making sure beautiful vintage pieces find the people who will love them most.
I'm one half of TMY and proof that a passion project can quietly become a business if you let it. Born in Saudi Arabia, raised in New Zealand, grown into who I am here in Melbourne. I've moved often and far, but a few things stayed constant: family, gold, and an old habit of wanting to know the story behind things before I decide how I feel about them.
Growing up, I watched my mum and the older women in my family wear their gold constantly, not carefully. Best 22k sets worn while hand-washing rugs. Every ring on while kneading dough for flatbread. Gold wasn't precious in the sense of untouchable. It was precious in the sense of worn, every day, without ceremony. I thought that was the coolest thing, and it stayed with me.
Away from TMY and the classroom I'm chasing Melbourne's best coffee with my family, trying cuisines we haven't had yet, hunting new playgrounds with my kids, or several episodes deep into an Arabic or Turkish drama.
I'm the one who lights up when a piece finds its person, who'll dig through trays and estate sales for months to match someone with the gold they've been quietly lusting over. Part matchmaker, part treasure hunter. Wish lists aren't a task to me. They're a hunt.