Behind Ciara Western Silver

My name is Ciara Rian Harmon, and I was born in the small town of St. David, Arizona, where wide skies, saquaro cactus, and quiet dirt roads shaped my love for simple living. I’ve always carried that small-town heart with me—even when life took me far from home. After high school, I spent a couple years in Florida through a Walt Disney World college internship, but it didn’t take long to realize that my roots ran deeper than theme parks and city lights. I missed the dust, the stillness, and the sense of home.

That longing led me back west to Prescott, Arizona, where I lived with my older brother Levi and his family. Besides being worked like a man amongst his boys and given no sympathy to being a girl in the family I loved the country life and mountain air. For some time though I also lived with a wonderful old spunky lady named Sandy who raised buffalo and taught me that hardwork and a uncomfortable pair of red tall cowgirl boots could always lead me to a unforgetable time in life. She was right. While being in Prescott, I met my husband John of now 16 years. Together, we’ve built a life full of grit, rough times, love, and of course lots of laughter, raising our three children—Denim, Jameson, and Conrad. Today, we call Snyder, Texas home. If you’ve ever been to West Texas, you know exactly what I mean when I say it’s flat, dusty, and smells of oil—and somehow, it feels just right.

My love for the western way of life and turquoise has been with me for as long as I can remember. My grandfather, Bozo Quinn, was a well-known turquoise miner and dealer amongst the Navajo and other reservations. Though he passed before I could truly learn the craft from him, his legacy runs deep.

I vividly remember while they were living and mining in Hachita, New Mexico I had gotten my butt whipped for throwing rocks off his rock piles as a kid—rocks I now understand were worth far more than I knew at the time. I will never forget him dancing out in the front yard with a cigarette tucked in on the side of his mouth, wearing his black cowboy hat, sagging jeans, a dirty polo snap, and his bolo tie, doing what he called was a rain dance. He had tricked us kids by having the water hose running off the roof of the house telling us it was rain. Of course, my grandmother Eunice came out on the porch yelling at him for wasting water. Much of the knowledge I carry today has been passed down through other family members who learned directly from Bozo and Eunice, and that connection means everything to me.

I also have to thank my sister Dena and my cousin Kyla who are older and much wiser than I am who knew Bozo and Eunice more than I did. They have always told me never leave the house without some type of turquoise on you. Whether it's a simple pair of earrings, ring, or necklace. You better have it on and you better remember where you came from in life.

Lapidary work and silversmithing are a true love-hate relationship—challenging, humbling, and deeply rewarding. They are crafts that demand patience and heart, and I’ve come to believe they must be cherished, because I’ve always regretted not learning more when I had the chance. My hope is that my children grow up appreciating hands-on skills, meaningful trades, and the beauty of a life well lived.

I hope you love my work as much as I love creating it, and that you enjoy shopping our little western store. Be sure to read our blog for updates and follow us on social media to stay connected.

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