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.
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 …
Hello Autumn you beautiful harvest season of misty mornings, long nights and mellow fruitfulness. We surrender to crisp leaves crackling underfoot, the zing of cold air sharp in our lungs and the soothing, cosseting bliss of wrapping ourselves in layers upon layers of natural, hand knitted wool, silk, cashmere, alpaca . . .
Quiet contemplation and contentment. Short days and frosty nights. A coolness of light. The quietness of time spent observing, being aware, noticing the beauty in every tiny moment. I am knitting a sock on tiny needles with rustic 4 ply wool rough against my finger tips. Ice crystals slide down the window glass. Letting all …
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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