13 Feb 2013
Visions of a thread of words growing organically; a vine of letters brought to life by my hands alone. The strength of my fingers decided otherwise.
I banished my pride and asked him for help.
His gentle eagerness made me wish I had sooner.
Tumblers of Rosé on ice, candlelight, wire and hands.
A natural ebb and flow, lead and take, observe and do.
Delicate prose conveying sentiments we both hold dear. A beloved author.
Such a magic night.
Overwhelming pride at our creation.
Dances of joy.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. William Shakespeare
Our wire words were inspired by some we saw in Hans Blomquist's Natural Home.
Our gorgeous macrame hanger is from the wonderfully talented Pippa from ouchflower.