The Craft

Where magic is gathered and held in time.

Every piece born under the name Lunaphe Wyrd begins with quiet reverence — for nature, for memory, and for the fragments of the past that still hum with unseen meaning. This is not just jewellery. It is a binding of fate, flora, and forgotten things.

 

I collect what others pass by:

Fallen petals from roadside hedgerows.

Cracked seed pods left by the turning season.

Dandelions that dared to bloom too late.

 

Each element is chosen with care — for its shape, its spirit, or the story it might carry. Some are plucked fresh from the wild; others are salvaged from drawers and attics, long discarded, quietly waiting to be remembered.

Once gathered, these fragments are dried and preserved by hand. Their colour, their texture, their fleeting beauty — sealed in crystal-clear resin like specimens in amber. It is delicate work, part ritual, part alchemy.

I work slowly. Intentionally.

Each mould is poured in silence or to the low hum of old folk songs.

Sometimes, things go wrong — bubbles bloom, flowers warp. These pieces are set aside, for they, too, may have a place one day. Nothing truly beautiful is ever wasted.

Occasionally, the resin holds more than just flowers. A piece of vintage lace. A rusted key. A sliver of poetry, scrawled in sepia ink. I call these relics — not for their age, but for the way they seem to hold a soul.

Every finished piece is sanded by hand, polished until it gleams like glass, and strung or set into a form that honours its origin. No two are the same. Each is a small enchantment: imperfect, unrepeatable, and entirely yours.

 

Why Resin??

 

Resin allows me to preserve things that would otherwise be lost to time — not just physically, but emotionally. It captures a moment, a mood, a fragment of something real. It lets me build modern heirlooms from things that have no monetary worth, only meaning.

This is my craft. My offering. My wyrd.