my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



2/24/14

making little things again,
signing papers, trying to find
the right pairs.






job's tears seeds

thin long tulip brooches,
like tiny pottery vials on 
the brass wires








sets of three





and i put them on by stitching










меня наверное бросает в жар от этих новостей.
раньше и до сих пор у меня было для всего свое время,
но каждый раз забываю про это.

12 comments:

  1. these are wonderful, dear olga
    so delicate and sweet...

    hugs and sunny kisses

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  2. just adorable.
    will you sell them in your shop?

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    1. nina, hello
      and i'm so happy you like them
      please, write here hello@olgainoue.com
      and i will tell you more, ok?

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  3. my dear olga,
    adornment doesn't get finer
    or more delicate than that.

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  4. simply stunning, Olga
    they are so poetic
    xoxo

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  5. beautiful and so delicate Olga!

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  6. so delicate and graceful, the most beautiful jewels there could be

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  7. i'm afraid another comment with the word beautiful!
    delicate and poetic as all the things you make Olga.

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  8. exquisite... makes me shiver! so subtle and refined.

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warmly,
olga.




olga