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Full Moon Scarf

  • Full Moon Scarf
  • Full Moon Scarf
  • Full Moon Scarf
  • Full Moon Scarf
  • Full Moon Scarf

Hand Spun and Hand Woven over the Powerful Full Moon Partial Eclipse on the 19th of November 2021, this Scarf pays homage to the Ethereal, Omnipresent, Guide, Healer and Enchantress- The Moon.

Arising as the second piece in this 3 part Lunar series, Full Moon ascended from the Liminal Landscape of the Loom draped in whites and seal blue greys, and dripping in Silver.

Dappled textures and gentle shine, a narrative of Softness, a story of Luminescent holding, a textile dedicated to the cocooning of the neck, chest and upper back, an upper body adornment that wraps to lock in warmth and comfort.

Hand Spun British Wools, with textured locks from Fernhill Fibre, and Wild Harvested Silks alchemised to create this Gentle Scarf Being, with gratitude to Weavers of Olde.

Made for wrapping around the Neck on a Cool Winters day, this scarf is more suited to those who prefer a shorter length. She can equally be used to wrap around the body like a Shawl. Please get in contact if you would like to see her worn.


Width; 27cm
Length; 212cm

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'The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken,
into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you
as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way
to your future now but the way your shadow could take,
walking before you across water, going where shadows go,
no way to make sense of a world that wouldn’t let you pass
except to call an end to the way you had come,
to take out each frayed letter you had brought
and light their illumined corners; and to read
them as they drifted on the western light;
to empty your bags; to sort this and to leave that;
to promise what you needed to promise all along,
and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here
right at the water’s edge, not because you had given up
but because now, you would find a different way to tread,
and because, through it all, part of you would still walk on,
no matter how, over the waves.'

Finisterre by David Whyte, a poem that was present during the Making.