gold and porcelain bracelets, friends of wrists everywhere. (Taken with Instagram)
If you missed it.
Just a couple of pendants left: colour_ Blue multi (below)
The flat rate for delivery anywhere in the world is £3.50
Each piece of jewellery will have 10% of profits donated to a relief charity. For the silk weave necklace this donation will go to Child and Orphan Solutions through Islamic Relief - inspiring little video too.
Payment will be through Paypal. Just email me what you would like at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll pass you all the details.
I’m making things today. (Taken with Instagram)
Time to sell off my old favourites. Keep your eyes on the blog. (Taken with instagram)
oyasumi hana. (Taken with instagram)
Port St. Willow is a place. You’re invited to come along. It is remedial, revelatory, therapeutic. There’s enough room for everyone. There are vast, open fields stretching out beyond what you can see. There are dark, solitary spaces with echoes, both haunting and beautiful, reverberating throughout the cavernous depths. The sky, if you choose to look at it, is a constant shade of silver, with slivers of white swathed over the horizon. The mountains stand in solemn resplendence: firm, but somehow empathetic.
Holiday is archaically beautiful. It does not hearken back to an age of wistful nostalgia, nor does it look forward to any sort of future. It exists in its own time and space and mentality. It’s a feeling, an experience, a companion. It is monumental, yet subtle. It could easily and equally soundtrack an existential epiphany or an afternoon nap, perhaps suggesting some innate affinity between the two, or between everything— the delicate, muted beauty that can be found in every moment, so long as you look the right way. ”Orphan,” the album’s centerpiece, will help you do just that.
Uniform. (Taken with instagram)
My award for finishing a sketchbook. (Taken with instagram)