Milkweed grows rampant in the field on the southern side of our house. It's a fall tradition to collect their pods and blow the seeds out into the field. We make wishes, dandelion style, as they float through the air. I took one home and really examined the seeds. They reminded me of tiny dancers… or little fairies with silk limbs.
Silk… threads…fiber… this inspired me to pick up a needle and some silver floss.
And experiment. And improvise. What would a fairy use for a loom? Perhaps a milkweed pod!
This was my first attempt… as inspiration struck, but there is an entire field to forage for more pods.
