


kisses, prisms, typewriters, the sound of a wooden flute, butterflies, thick grass, geodes,
bird song, sand castles, dancing in the rain, night time bike rides, mushrooms, secret notes,


kisses, prisms, typewriters, the sound of a wooden flute, butterflies, thick grass, geodes,
bird song, sand castles, dancing in the rain, night time bike rides, mushrooms, secret notes,
Yes, I'm here! I apologize profusely for being gone over a month. December was completely insane, with work (I work in retail so every day was like trying to go up a packed-out down escalator), trying to make presents, and squeeze in and figure other things out as well, but some how I did manage some time to think. And two things have been finalized. I'm moving back home and I'm going to start dancing again. Both I am very relieved and happy about. 
The snow really does make everything beautiful, it makes you beautiful, it makes the bare trees beautiful, the city and country alike beautiful. So, even if you're a sceptic it must be admitted that snow is a form of magic.
I, like so many girls, have trouble with my self image, it's so easy to be filled with self loathing because one's arms aren't skinny, or legs are too short, or skin not clear, or what ever it is that makes us look into the mirror and want to cry. It's so hard to fight off the lies that say we need to be a certain size and shape to be beautiful. But still we must fight, we must because if we don't we are letting ourselves down. We are cheating ourselves of the freedom and self respect we deserve.
But as I said, it's not easy. So here's my challenge to myself and anyone who wishes to join in (and I hope you do). Next time it's snowing put on a warm hat and a big sweater and go outside. Wander under a street light, or lay back in the snow bank, catch the little ice crystals on your tongue, feel them brush against your cheeks and stick in your eye lashes. Laugh or sing into the stillness and know. Know that you're beautiful.
And if there is no snow where you are, or won't be for a long time, then go outside and watch the sunset, it has the same effect. Watch the trees catch the low golden light, feel it's warmth upon your face, dance as it sinks past sight, and know. Know that you're beautiful. Because all girls are.I can't say exactly what all the package will consist of, but it will contain these lovely wristlets, an old book, perhaps a pattern or two, and what ever else I fancy to drop in there within the next week. I'm so excited! What I would really like to do is give everyone that enters something. So I was thinking I could mail you all postcards that I've drawn! But then I thought people might be uncomfortable with that, with me collecting a whole bunch of addresses, but I'm going to offer it anyway. So, if you would like to get at least a postcard in the mail you can email me at thewoodbetweenworlds@gmail.com with your address and I'll get it in the mail as soon as possible!
So I really hope you all enter and have fun thinking of things to recommend! I can't wait to read them all (oh and I got the idea from Emily at The Black Apple, she did it for one of her give aways). Oh and spread the word too! The more people that enter the better!
with old ink and lace,
Clara
PS: oops! I had posted the wrong email address! if you emailed me please try again!