Some gifts are practical. Some are beautiful. The best ones are both. Liv’s jewelry had been quietly gathering — earrings tucked into corners, necklaces hiding in drawers. She needed a place where her treasures could be seen, not buried. So a board of wood was chosen, not straight and perfect, but curved and organic, like something grown rather than built. Across its surface, blooms were painted — flowers opening their faces in dark silhouette against a sun-bright stain of orange and gold. Purple edging was brushed along the sides, framing the piece like twilight holding the last of daylight. Hooks sprouted like stems, each one ready to hold a story:…