Half-girl, half-faerietale, she is a traveller and a nomad. Tassels, patterns in rich autumn colours, fringing, velvet, neutrals and jewel tones, brocade, paisley and tapestry prints. Crochet and lace, silver or warm copper-coloured jewellery. She smells of coffee and incense, moss and rainwater.
She could be a divination student. Big spectacles, a gentle (if not slightly bewildered) demeanor, She has long, soft, flowing hair. She collects Tarot cards. She wears cardigans, crystal jewellery, moon and star symbols. Soft, rosy, golden make-up. She wears gold glitter under her eyes on nights out. Doe eyes, long lashes. Sensual, mysterious. She loves witchery, owls, and walks in the moonlight.
She's a writer and an artist, a pencil in her hair, charcoal on her fingertips. Short nails, messy hair. Her haunts are greenhouses, old, quiet bookstores with that musty smell, and abandoned places. She might live in a fortune-teller's caravan, or in a houseboat with forty brocade cushions and clove-scented candles, or in a tiny apartment with plants growing on the windowsill. She might serve you in the bookstore with her hair in a messy bun. Sometimes her hair is blue, sometimes brown, sometimes red or blonde or faded green.
She studies folklore. Blouses, cable knits, a midnight-blue velvet turban, high-waisted jeans, jumpers patched at the elbow, vintage dresses, lace knickers, embroidery and folk prints. Paisley socks. Her dressing table is covered in perfumes and scented lotions; lavender, oak, frankincense, woodsmoke, amber, Her lip balm tastes like tea. She always has candles burning.
She reads runes. There's a Neil Gaiman book in her handbag. She wears a leather jacket, and takes her coffee black. Lots of soft grey t-shirts, ripped boyfriend jeans, oversized jumpers and scarves. Gilitter on her sheets and on her collarbones. She drinks elderflower cider and never eats meat. She wears slips and tea dresses with combat boots. With her friends she goes vintage shopping, stargazing, storytelling and wildcrafting, seeking out poky shops in strange towns, drinking coffee at two a.m..
|My moodboard. None of these images are mine. (My personal version that I have printed has a couple more images on it, but they are people's selfies so I thought it was best not to add them to this version.)|
'She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and thoughts that wander off the edge of the world,' - Joanne Harris.
'Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things; fairy tales, dead languages; weird folk beliefs; fascinating religions, and more,' - Laini Taylor.