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.
As we are all part of nature we feel the quickening in early Spring, a tingling of life force awakening inside us, a desire to rampage into newness. I wonder if like the sap in plant stems that is suddenly rising and full of vigour, we too have this response in our bodies. All things …
Short days, wild winds, stormy seas. The glory of winter darkness hibernation, wrapping ourselves in cosy woollens, swaddling our spirits in the gestation time, quietening our minds, listening with stillness to the sounds of nature. Here we are in the deep mid-Winter with arrows pointing back to Autumn and forwards to Spring in the eternal …
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 …
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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