It all began, when once a man searched for a rosary to suit his hands.
The first was too small, too dainty and fragile, so he began searching anew and it took him a while. 

Then onto our doorstep a package was flown and from this satchel a new rosary was withdrawn. It was unlike any rosary his wife had ever seen. It was giant and hefty, paracord knotted around metal beads. 

Now cords and knots was his wife’s favoured craft, macrame they called it, and she was halfway through a draft. She stepped away from her workstation to inspect this creation.

The knots were simple, but so great the impact, that the first thing she thought was, “I want to try and make that.”