Summer wore a white dress with a pattern of small flowers, stained with berries. She didn't linger. The hem of her skirt was already fraying in sympathy with the downy seeds she leaves in her wake: thistle, rosebay willowherb, traveller's joy.
A tribute to all summers that are no more. Especially the one that seems so very unreal now when she who was not a mother yet collected flowers and pressed their colours into silk.
The colours are subtle and complex, sometimes almost iridescent and I admit it's a struggle to do them justice in photos.
The five necklaces will be in the shop on Friday.
7 comments:
I am so happy for you Eva! For having full hands, now as a mother and again as a maker. It seems it's now my turn........
Good to see you back... I've been missing your posts...
love them, each and every one.
the delicacy of each….so perfect….
They are so beautiful and I'm so glad that you have tiny bits of time to make them.
Gorgeous, simply gorgeous !
The lavender ones make me think of scabious. I love them.
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So lovely!
xx Francine
www.francinesplace.blogspot.it
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