Midsummer Night

I stood outside late last night and the sky was still light with wispy clouds and bright stars, the flowers in the garden darkened but visible. These two feathers are the colour of such a night that touches the earth just lightly and briefly.

In the shop soon.


Red Poppy

Until Monday the shipping is on me - secret code REDPOPPY. Then I'm closing down the shop for a couple of weeks while I'm away.



Here they are: three necklaces and a pair of earrings. Some are warm-toned but there is also a darker, night blooming variety. Something about them really reminds me of blossom - the way the petals splay and tumble nonchalantly and give delicately under the touch.

I'm listing them in the shop later today because I'm going away for the weekend. And then from the end of May I'll be gone for several weeks visiting family so these may be the last for a while.


Wet Earth

Working on some blossom as the cherry petals fall. It's the fiddliest smocking ever and those sideways pleats are alive...

Do you know the smell of spikenard? Ancient, sweet, wet earth with roots and everything.


Lady of the Stars

Similar to The King's Falcon of a while ago, this feather is like something from a fairytale. It tells the story of a marvelous blue bird and a queen whose coat of arms shows three bright stars.

The feather is extra large, medium to dark blue and is accompanied by a copper shield with a dark patina and the three stars. They hang on an adjustable chain.

In the shop today.


Cups of Gold

The sun fills them.


Mystery's Messenger

Are 'bad' dreams ever bad? Or are they mystery's messengers who arrive on dark wings to surprise us, to wake us up to something that matters?

In the shape of dark, protective wings, this necklace was made from silk dyed with plants to a colour that changes from greenish brown to a dark bluish green. It is smocked in blue with added iridescent long glass beads.

In the shop on Thursday.


There are Violets in the Grass

There are violets in the grass
Daisies and forget-me-nots
I will not cut it
Whatever people say
No, I'll have the honey sweetness
And feast on it every day
Until the flowers are gone

Here's an amulet bag celebrating the astrological Taurus season (when the Sun and its companion planets, Venus and Mercury, spend time in the sign every year). Taurus is delight in the earth, the senses, in things we can touch and possess, the Spring taking root and growing wider, rounder and richer, slowly and steadily.

The shape of the necklace turned out rounded and generous, fit for gathering and storing the mood.

In the shop on Saturday.


Time to Speak and Blossom

The 'listening' phase for this new design took six years... Sometimes I work as if I had an eternity. Anyway, here it is - Blossom, in time for the lushest part of Spring.

The silk was dyed so it changes colour near the centre. These delicate little flowers can be worn with either side facing as they sway gently on adjustable chains. Each like a moment when time stood still and the eyes really SAW the blossom. The mysterious blending of transience and something eternal.

Will be in the shop this Saturday.



There are bursts of yellow everywhere. The garden is full of daffodils. I like how the blackbird balances the brightness of the colour of its beak with a sombre black/brown of its feathers. So these are a tribute to the blackbird.

The set with the earrings is sold but the feather necklace is in the shop.

For quite a while I've been feeling wordless. It seems as if my life is a conversation where periods of talking alternate with times of listening. So now I'm mainly listening and I don't know when that's going to change. I've always had this rhythm and thought there must be something wrong with me, it's all down to keeping the momentum up, having a routine, etc. etc. Maybe. But I'm beginning to suspect that maybe that's just how I am, impractical as it is. So I had a subversive thought: what if, circumstances permitting, instead of forcing the words, I allow myself to listen, until the wave breaks, the tide turns, because it will? Do you notice this dance of out and inwardness in yourself too?