There is a rumor that amongst the deep, dark seaweed of the Caribbean there is a very unique pirate’s treasure. She is Bluebeard’s princess, known as Mirabella. She is a mermaid who stole his heart and he brings all the royal treasures to her. Her sweet singing reminding him all along of their silent longing and secret bond.
The owl is honored by its mistress, Athena, for its keen sight in darkness. An air of opulence abounds as wistful sweeping swags of tapestries gracefully intertwine. It is a picturesque retreat infused with exotic beads and crystals. The most treasured of which is the magical “inner light” of the owl that reveals unseen truths and wisdom.
This free holiday design from Nora Corbett is easy to stitch, easy to give and easy to love all year ’round. And know while you’re stitching that everyone at Mirabilia Designs is wishing you the heavenliest of holidays!
Next in the series of the lovely birthstone beauties is the Topaz Fairie. She has iridescent dragonfly wings that carry her in a pale lemon chiffon dress. She is harvesting the las crimson blooms of summer to brighten her winter days. The citron stones and sparkling beads crown her the Fairie Queen of November.
The legend of the mermaids of Atlantis can be traced back as far as the eight century BC. She swims about the marble halls, greek columns and ascending stairs covered in coral. Such beauties are the keepers of pirates treasure and the caretakers of the lost city of Atlantis. Although they have never been caught there have been many, sightings near rocky cliffs and the waves at dusk.
In this ballad of needlework the crystals hang from the chandelier like notes on a page. there is an orchestra of dark, dramatic roses and heirloom pearls playing on the gown of a lady in white. Each stitch is a musical note from the overture to the closing of this dramatic opera.
In the garden at dusk is where you find the “Lady of the Mist”. She is usually surrounded by many petaled mossy roses. The petals are crushed beneath her feet and their heavy scent is thick in the air. The crickets sweet symphony accompanies the sound of her rustling satin gown. You can see her when the blue moonlight reflects across her pale skin. Why she chooses to linger in such a place is a beautiful mystery.