 The Crone of Winter |
A touch of sparkling frost lies in the extended finger of this elder season of the year, leaning on her birch cane. Despite her difficulty in moving with those old bones, she retains a mischievous smile. Who knows just how long her powers will last? **(see The Maiden of Spring. They can be mounted together in a tableau.)
Wearing fake fur boots, white silk and velvet, rags of sparkle nets etc., crystals, a blue suade cape studded with snowflakes (all different of course.) In Super Sculpey with a poseable soft body, mohair hair. |
