Frayed pink bead vase with tiny feather with frayed vanes and downy barbs, perfect for today’s most fey-shionable woodland folk.
Softly frayed downy barbs (the soft fluffy feathers at the base of the quill), a miniature still-life.
Petals browned, thistle seeds frayed and poised for the wind to uplift, for the dance to begin, flighted seeds alight on breeze, spreading and settling as far and as fast as fortune favours.
Frays with the fray of fish, this fishnet looks tangled until it’s masterfully cast upon the water.
I haven’t had much time for WordPress lately (hols and work intruding on usual time, back to normal by September (for a few weeks anyway))… feeling a tad frayed at the edges, will catch up with you all soon, thanks for your support!