Spring does not announce herself. She arrives as a curl of green in the dark.
Green aventurine holds the colour of new growth, of forest after rain, of life that has survived the long night and is reaching, slowly, toward the light. She is not fragile, she is becoming.
A bronze raven skull drops below — ancient witness to every turning of the season.
Hand knotted in forest green and old bronze waxed cord with fern spiral detailing along the cord. Adjustable with a sliding bead.
For the woman who is not yet finished becoming herself.
🖤 Klarna & Clearpay available at checkout.
Spring does not announce herself. She arrives as a curl of green in the dark.
Green aventurine holds the colour of new growth, of forest after rain, of life that has survived the long night and is reaching, slowly, toward the light. She is not fragile, she is becoming.
A bronze raven skull drops below — ancient witness to every turning of the season.
Hand knotted in forest green and old bronze waxed cord with fern spiral detailing along the cord. Adjustable with a sliding bead.
For the woman who is not yet finished becoming herself.
🖤 Klarna & Clearpay available at checkout.
