Quiet and high on a hill, it's a place where the grass is tall and flaxen. Or sometimes grazed short by sheep and interspersed with thistles. But always, always a little blonde. The sheep leave white strands of their coat and the wind carries them like downy seeds...*****
The crisp organza silk for this necklace was dyed with eucalyptus leaves. There's a gentle raw edge running through the middle of it like a path, glass (grass?) seeds glint from inside the pleats and a golden tassel of them is caught on the dark chain.
The wind is blowning this way.