Shall I compare you...

In search of chinese lanterns, by Fig and Me. 

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate;

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

 

Poppy, by Fig and Me. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

Poppy is a day of summer, by Fig and Me. 

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

Poppy and her crown, by Fig and Me. 

My beautiful Poppy is nothing but the gentle breeze of a summer day, the sweet satiation of ripe fruit, contentment of sunset. Poppy is almost ready to head into the arms of her mother, who will write her stories, play with her hair and take long walks in the country by her side. But she is not quite finished yet…soon. 

Posted on August 18, 2014 and filed under figlette, dollmaking, custom orders.