Showing posts with label cage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cage. Show all posts

Monday, 11 March 2013

Feathers Plucked and Magic Gone...




Given to The Wild
... Danniella took the girls into the wilderness in Flutterbydaisy frills ...
and they all danced to the sounds of the sea




Photography : Danniella Jaine
Clothing & Knits : Flutterbydaisy
Accessories : Rouge PonyJewellery : Native Feathers
Models : Natalie Philips, Chloeanna Daisy, Miss Jenna




Pixie Tops and Pixie Skirts
Made to measure in your size and choice of colour 
write to me here : natanyalouisewaybourne@hotmail.co.uk to place your order
...and visit my *FB Page* to see designs I've already made

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A journey, one filled will everything, even things we don't wish...
but here are some things you may, from Etsy Land :


1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.  

Tales From The Treehouse

The Sparrow, the owl ... in fact all those birds have left the treehouse, I can still hear them singing - but very faint now.  She once spoke of her cage she caught with tips of wings and sang so quiet he could not hear.  The girl is with you - she used to sing in your place but has now been silenced; a quiet has fallen, crushed berries, and the end is no longer there.  She fell.  She fell again and fainted, she might never wake up now stuck between awake and nothing, nothing more of frills and tales and reflections of peacock magic only a feather bed is left and she clings to it so hard it may turn back to silk in her hands, trickle through the gaps like all the rest and be gone.  No pity no longer - just leave her, she brought it all on herself.

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Daisy Daisy, la la la lala la... and all those birds

... I got me a bike ...
... Then I went for a ride around ...

... She comes from here : www.eastcoastbicycles.co.uk ...

... and was delivered by two Xmas Elves ...

... Then I was happy ...

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Tales from The Treehouse

I couldn't sleep, even though I made new feathers for my nest. It was just the same as the past time when I could only sleep as your parrot, like that poem I wrote you, but this time I'm the bird girl; He landed in my garden, I wanted to feed him but every time I got too close he flew away. Always the same, always birds, sparrows and nests... why? because all those flutters they make make me happy, but don't talk about their cages, they don't like that... even if the cages are as big as the world and more beautiful. This is all I've learned about my birds... that and I probably couldn't be happy without them, in that case I'd probably become one.