The summer tide ebbs and reveals to us a sea rock garden on the shore; bright greens, black-grey-blues and browns, creamy-coloured whelks and limpets, flowing, air-bubbled sea plants all holding firm to solid, massive, ancient gneiss.
As-one-with-nature Inner Wild wilderness wear for dearhearts clockwise from top left:
Freshwater Strappy Top, back
Illustrator Cuffs
Freshwater Strappy Top, front
Elven Strappy Top
Ancestors Apron
Harris Wool Leaf Belt
Spirit of the Sea Collar
Feeling the connectedness. Centered by the giant rocks. Grounded by the sea water flowing in and out, in and out.
BEFORE: Four yarns who might never meet one another come to Inner Wild and ask, ‘what will become of us?’. First, a flamboyant hand dyed pure merino frill yarn with orange pops like Chinese lantern plants. Next, a lilac and purple variated feather yarn, a mauve wool mix yarn and some pure burgundy merino DK. …
When you grow up in the Hebrides among your tough Harris Tweed-clad menfolk and the smell of wet tweed and feel of rough wool is as familiar to you as your own skin you have permission to mess with it. The ancient coming together of our island sheep wool in woven and knitted form is …
Summer feels on the wane and it has been beautiful. Still the sun shines bright and warm and the clover keeps on blooming. Skylarks tumble and dive, collared doves coo to one another, the calves are frisking about and the lambs are getting big. Sunshiney days of relishing the warm breeze and the salt air, …
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Summer: she sees sea gardens on the seashore
The summer tide ebbs and reveals to us a sea rock garden on the shore; bright greens, black-grey-blues and browns, creamy-coloured whelks and limpets, flowing, air-bubbled sea plants all holding firm to solid, massive, ancient gneiss.
As-one-with-nature Inner Wild wilderness wear for dearhearts clockwise from top left:
Feeling the connectedness. Centered by the giant rocks. Grounded by the sea water flowing in and out, in and out.
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