Nights of clear starry skies and watery transparency. Warm woollens and sparkling sequins, layers of silk and light-catching shimmering yarn.
Winter this year has been a natural wonderland. Bright moonlit nights. Glittering snow, sparkling ice and translucent hail.
We revel in the change of seasons, the contrast of dark and light, warmth and cold, the duality of our world casting spells and strengthening our spirit.
Thank you dearhearts for your support. You are deeply appreciated.
Tha an fhuil làidir. The blood is strong. Harris Tweed and Shetland wool. Hebridean wool from our native sheep. Harris wool tagged by weavers captured for knitting.
As the wind rises and the summer sunlight begins to fade my fingers are enjoying the rustic textures of Hebridean wool and minimally-processed Shetland wool pressed against deer antler bone and ram horn toggles and buttons. “The tactile delight of rough, rustic wool and smooth bone.” The flowing shapes of found deer antler tips, always …
Summer in the Outer Hebrides. The sun uplifts us, we’re early to rise and feeling wise. Adventures beckon in the wind gusting off the sea. Sparkles of salt spray drench our smiles. We splash in the cold water and run through the marram grass and red clover, the wild carrot bearing its crowns of seeds …
Winter: a quiet wonderland of natural sparkle
Nights of clear starry skies and watery transparency. Warm woollens and sparkling sequins, layers of silk and light-catching shimmering yarn.
Winter this year has been a natural wonderland. Bright moonlit nights. Glittering snow, sparkling ice and translucent hail.
We revel in the change of seasons, the contrast of dark and light, warmth and cold, the duality of our world casting spells and strengthening our spirit.
Thank you dearhearts for your support. You are deeply appreciated.
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